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animusrox · 1 year ago

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TOP 10

Past Lives

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

How to Blow Up a Pipeline

Poor Things

Oppenheimer

Barbie

BlackBerry

The Holdovers

The Iron Claw

Killers of the Flower Moon

MY LETTERBOXD Grade A 11. The Killer 12. Beau Is Afraid 13. Dream Scenario 14. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 15. Godzilla Minus One 16. American Fiction 17. They Cloned Tyrone 18. Evil Dead Rise 19. Eileen 20. The Artifice Girl 21. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem 22. Talk to Me 23. Reality 24. Leave the World Behind 25. A Thousand and One 26. Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One 27. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. 28. Theater Camp 29. Carmen 30. Merry Little Batman 31. Priscilla 32. Society of the Snow 33. Infinity Pool 34. Enys Men 35. Sanctuary 36. Rye Lane 37. Skinamarink 38. Monster 39. Anatomy of a Fall 40. Landscape with Invisible Hand 41. Reptile 42. Sisu 43. Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game 44. No One Will Save You 45. Tetris 46. May December 47. The Zone of Interest 48. V/H/S/85 49. Dumb Money 50. El Conde 51. Arnold 52. Maestro 53. Napoleon 54. 20 Days in Mariupol 55. Influencer 56. The Creator 57. Origin 58. Thanksgiving 59. Next Goal Wins 60. The Boy and the Heron 61. Bottoms 62. Wonka

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Grade B

63. God Is a Bullet 64. No Hard Feelings 65. Joy Ride 66. Fair Play 67. Cocaine Bear 68. NYAD 69. Asteroid City 70. Nowhere 71. The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster 72. Divinity 73. The Equalizer 3 74. The Last Voyage of the Demeter 75. Venus 76. Butcher’s Crossing 77. Somewhere in Queens 78. The Persian Version 79. Boston Strangler 80. Polite Society 81. Miguel Wants to Fight 82. The Color Purple 83. The Royal Hotel 84. Saw X 85. All of Us Strangers 86. Fallen Leaves 87. Ferrari 88. Elemental 89. Peter Pan & Wendy 90. Renfield 91. Cat Person 92. Scream VI 93. The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes 94. BS High 95. Blue Beetle 96. Huesera: The Bone Woman 97. When Evil Lurks 98. Dark Harvest 99. A Good Person 100. Final Cut 101. Knock at the Cabin 102. Quiz Lady 103. Leo 104. Air 105. The Super Mario Bros. Movie 106. Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham 107. John Wick: Chapter 4 108. Beaten to Death 109. The Wrath of Becky 110. Passages 111. Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 112. Gran Turismo 113. 65 114. Sick 115. Sister Death 116. The Blackening 117. Please Don’t Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain 118. Flamin’ Hot 119. Nimona 120. Cobweb 121. Totally Killer 122. What’s Love Got to Do with It? 123. Sharper 124. Unseen 125. Dunki 126. Bird Box Barcelona 127. The Marvels 128. Shazam! Fury of the Gods

Grade C

129. Wildflower 130. Freelance 131. M3GAN 132. Strays 133. Sympathy for the Devil 134. Creed III 135. Chevalier 136. The Marsh King’s Daughter 137. A Haunting in Venice 138. The Little Mermaid 139. Silent Night 140. Master Gardener 141. The Flash 142. Fast X 143. The Pope’s Exorcist 144. Saltburn 145. Kandahar 146. Stand 147. Plane 148. Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny 149. Fingernails 150. Quicksand 151. Fool’s Paradise 152. Migration 153. Rustin 154. The Covenant 155. Good Burger 2 156. The Pod Generation 157. Alice, Darling 158. Insidious: The Red Door 159. Missing 160. Shotgun Wedding 161. You Hurt My Feelings 162. The Boogeyman 163. Showing Up 164. Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom 165. Champions 166. Consecration 167. The Nun II 168. Biosphere 169. House Party 170. The Exorcist: Believer 171. Big George Foreman 172. Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves 173. Children of the Corn 174. The Beanie Bubble 175. Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

Grade F

176. Anyone But You 177. Marlowe 178. Paint 179. Extraction 2 180. It Lives Inside 181. Deliver Us 182. Trolls Band Together 183. Finestkind 184. Corner Office 185. Wish 186. Prisoner’s Daughter 187. Pain Hustlers 188. Foe 189. The Mother 190. Old Dads 191. Ghosted 192. Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken 193. Haunted Mansion 194. Mafia Mamma 195. Five Nights at Freddy’s 196. The Machine 197. Justice League: Warworld 198. We Have a Ghost 199. What Comes Around 200. Legion of Super-Heroes 201. The Boys in the Boat 202. Attachment 203. Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre 204. About My Father 205. You People 206. Meg 2: The Trench 207. Pathaan 208. Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire 209. Assassin 210. Dalíland 211. Vacation Friends 2

Bottom 10

212. Sound of Freedom 213. Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey 214. When You Finish Saving The World 215. Heart of Stone 216. Family Switch 217. Expend4bles 218. Sweetwater 219. Hypnotic 220. 80 for Brady 221. Spinning Gold

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 9 months ago

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Spiders Into The Bat...Verse?

{Accidentally getting thrown into another portal, you have to figure out your way back! Yet Au's are tricky things...}

《BATBOYS and SPIDER!S/O》 Mini Series

╭╭(╭◕‿◕╮)╮╮ ♡ /|\ ^._.^ /|\

Bruce Wayne/Batman:

"Phew~... Well, that should be all of them." You grin, smiling at the Dark-Knight... Bat-Knight? Either or, you happily bump into his armor as you talk with Captain Gordon. The Knight looming beside you easily.

When you first arrived, you crashed into Wayne Manor's extravgent garden party. Crashing into tea sets and tables, while trying to fight off the pest that threw you there!

While simultaneouly keeping terrorfied citizens and guests away.

Finally throwing the creature back into the portal, you cheered. About to follow suit, yet as soon as your web was tossed in. It snapped as portal closed.

Groaning softly, your spidey senses alerted you to the knew presence in the room. Recalling being knocked out, you noted your suit is still on and your on a really fluffy bed.

You don't deem the butler as a threat, opting to instead go over and ask questions as he leads you down below the grandiose home.

The Bat-Knight is Prince Bruce Wayne, heir to the late King Thomas and Queen Martha. Yet is scene in the eyes of the royal council and public as...

Well, not a suitable candiate to rule quite yet.

Since most of his time was spent jesting with royals and nobility at soirees. Along with a few scandals of chasity here or there...

"Hmmm... I'll call you "Wayne" for short. You reply bluntly.

"...Do what you like then." He said distractedly, eyeing the paperwork on his desk.

Having the permission, you get up from your seat. Holding out your arms expectedly.

His saphire eyes narrow at you, "what are you doing."

"I wanna' hug. That's what I would like!" You reply.

With a bit of a clash, you found somwhat normalcy with him and his estate.

He too, had gotten used to your visits to his study. Never fully sure on how to debute you into high-society so he could keep an eye on you when out of the estate.

Quickly giving Bruce a kiss on the cheek in graditude, you step away, fixing the attire he made you wear for the gala. Before eagerly pushing him to join you at the table of desserts or savory snacks.

Dick Grayson/Nightwing:

Rolling your eyes at the hand outstretched for you to take. You ignore it as you walk beside the "Nightwing" of this AU. Glancing at the horse that neighed for your attention as well, you gave it a small pat.

"You' sure you don't need a ride?" He asked politely. The sun beating down on your backs.

Readying yourself, you shoot out a web to the clock-tower in the middle of the dusty town.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine." You said steadily, pulling yourself up high into the air. Web-slinging carefully on only the higher buildings.

A low whistle leaves his lips at the sight.

Dick is the eldest son of the Batfam, along with being apart of the wealthiest family in town.

The family owning a multitude of lands and ranches across the county and beyond in other cities.

Richard has high education and well respected in the community even without his fathers wealth. Takes care of the ranch in Büldhaven, mostly. But often visits Gotham, each time it's a celebartion of his arrival.

Sweet as a bell, always giving a helping hand.

"You.. You seem indifferent." The young man states curiously. You smile slightly, "Yeah. So.. Thanks for that." Holding up the item gifted to you, you head to the drawers to place it elsewhere. The peice of jewelry too dazzling to be out.

Glazing at your (modern) jacket, he picks it up. Tracing the fabric while your back was turned. Strange as it was, he thought it was quite cute. A bit odd, but it suited you.

As Nightwing, another vigilante of the west, the two of you work suprisingly well-...Enough.. As if you know what he has on his mind on the occasion.

Your fighting styles may-be different, but that hasn't stop you two before.

Poking at the boquet in your hand, you hear the soft steps near the horse stalls come closer.

"Hey." You greet, grogginess in your voice.

"Hello... It.. Seems you have a admirer, other than myself." He spoke playfully, side-eyeing the weeds.

You blink, turning away to hide your smile. Small bits of laughter spilling out of you as he stalks closer, pouting.

"So? Where is he?"

"Far." You shrug, gazing at him with mirth, eyeing the buttercups sadly.

Overall, just an idea I had! Maybe I'll do more in the future with other batfams members?

[Thwnk you for reading, reblogs, comments are apperciated! Fan art as well! See you soon! Yall want a part 2? *wink*]

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ukiiseikou · 10 months ago

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rofan au where aventurine is a duke who acts as the advisor or some close subordinate to king veritas ratio and reader is a princess from another country that was kidnapped as a political hostage oh the love triangle hsjsjsjwj??

all's fair in love and war.

aventurine x f! reader x veritas ratio. thank you for the ask <333 mwaaaah xx

you're a princess of a small country caught between two major kingdoms vying for power over the continent.

you didn't go without protest and fight, but the king's men took you by force and separated you from the rest of your family. the king had hoped that by using your freedom as a bargaining chip your father would eventually cave and agree to join his side of the fight.

at the castle, you are miserable. despite the silk sheets and velvet chairs the room that they placed you in is a prison. the maids refuse to look you in the eye, doors are slammed and locked in your face, and the food is too salty for your taste. you eventually start taking matters into your own hands, refusing to see anyone, talk to anyone, and refusing to eat the food that's delivered to you every day on a silver tray.

duke! aventurine tries to make your stay as comfortable as possible to earn your complacency. he brings you flowers from your home kingdom and tells the palace cook to cool it with the salt. you make any requests, and it's granted the next day - all thanks to the duke, of course. he ignores your resistance and simply talks to you, even if it's like talking to a brick wall.

"two can play this game," he shrugs and laughs. he spends the entire day sitting in your room, watching you like a hawk while fiddling with a coin in his hand. neither of you cave.

"you will do well to stop throwing a tantrum. the king would hate to see you starve to death before you are returned to your family," he grasps you on your shoulder one evening and says to you lowly. you shrug him off.

king! veritas you see less often. compared to aventurine, who drops by everyday, the king is always in his war room or on a diplomatic meeting or meeting the council. however, when he is free for dinner, he always makes a request (read: orders) for you to join him.

you find him a little stiff and standoffish, unlike aventurine, who smiles easily, is always taking the brunt of the joke, and always crowding and intruding into your space. but you know both of them are just as sly as the other, a match made in heaven, maybe, specifically sent to torture you.

you would expect a political prisoner to be treated with more malice and cruelty, but the king steps around you like you're made of glass and deals with your complaints and tantrums with patience.

you find the king is somewhat of a intellectual, able to match your words with his own carefully thought out ones. the first time you offered your own opinion on a matter at the dinner table he had the gall to say "colour me impressed", like you aren't a princess versed in literature and diplomacy.

you actually catch him a lot in the royal library, once it's open for you to peruse (thanks to aventurine bringing it up once to the king). he sometimes sees a book in your hand and offers his own thoughts on it - and if you've finished it, he asks what you think of it.

you spend long hours talking about books, his research, and general politics. he even says you make better company than aventurine, because at least you can keep up with his thought process.

as the war nears it's end and ratio's kingdom seems to be coming out the winning side, your father finally remembers his kidnapped daughter and requests to see you . he eventually starts a process of aligning himself with the king, first by proposing a marriage of alliance, afterall, you are a princess, and surely any noble would be glad to take your hand! you know your father is eyeing the literal king himself, and through a letter he tells you to up the flirt with him. but as always, your letter is intercepted by the duke, who hasn't left your side since you've arrived, and proposes to you that a marriage to a duke is just as viable and perhaps even better! afterall, you would not have to deal with the court and the responsibilities of being a queen, and enjoy more freedom as a duchess. that is... if you are willing, of course.

a/n: writing this felt highly unethical guys please don't fall for your kidnappers no matter how nice they are. anyways who would you pick LMAOOOOO

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio #aventurine #honkai star rail #hsr imagines

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simonsapelsin · 4 months ago

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Young Royals Sports AUs

🏒 Hockey

futures we should try to make by @royalwilmon (WIP)

Simon’s rookie year playing hockey in the NHL is off to a slow start. That is until the troubled son of a former hockey legend gets traded onto his team. With explosive chemistry on and off the ice, Wille and Simon have a good shot of taking the league by storm.

Et c'est le but! by @piebingo (WIP)

An AU where Simon moves in with a host family when he gets chosen by a new hockey team, halfway across the globe. While he gets along with his host parents, their son isn't too happy about this new living situation.

⚽ Football

The Twelfth Player (series) by @malinowaj

When professional footballer Wilhelm Andersson meets popstar Simon Eriksson, he doesn't know just how much his life is going to change. But how much is he willing to lose to win?

Coming Straight Home to Me by willefroggie (WIP)

Wille is a soccer player for the Swedish men's national football team and Simon is an international pop star.

🏀 Basketball

can i take a shot at your heart? by @theaviatorthatcouldnotfly (WIP)

Simon and Wille may be teammates on the Hillerska boys' basketball team, but that doesn't mean they get along. After a video destroyed their friendship, Simon's been determined to avoid Wille at all costs. But when they're forced to work together for the sake of team bonding, Simon finds himself having to confront some truths about what really went on between them- and whether he really hates Wilhelm as much as he once thought he did.

🏊‍♂️ Swimming

Like a Flipturn, You've Got Me Head Over Heels series by @invisiblewille

Normally the main fight at the Olympics is to see who gets first. But ever since Simon took the swimming world by a storm during the Rio Olympics in 2020, it's not been a question of who would get first, but who would join the Venezuelan swimmer and his equally accomplished Swedish rival on the podium in third. Gold and silver belonged to Wille and Simon. Everyone else could only hope to fight for bronze.

🤸 Gymnastics

Win The Meet-verse (series) by hillerskabrainrot

An alternate universe where Wille isn't a prince and neither of them go to Hillerska. They're both on Sweden's national gymnastics team and meet when they're made roommates during a national team camp.

The Winner Takes It All by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

It's the Stockholm Olympics and Prince Wilhelm expects to be bored out of his mind watching the Men's Artistic Gymnastics. He does not expect to leave the event with a big, fat crush on gymnast Simon Eriksson. Nobody expects him to show up to another artistic gymnastics event. And another one.

🌊 Diving

hold on to what you believe by @leojfitz (WIP)

Wille and Simon both qualify for the Olympics. They have to share a room, and Wille is not too happy about it. Until he kind of he is.

🥊 Boxing

Down for the count by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

Prince Wilhelm is known for his notoriously dangerous hobbies. He might be compensating for his pointless job but who's asking. So of course he jumps at the chance of participating in the "Celebrity vs. Pro Boxer" reality TV show. He's a bit surprised when his trainer, boxing champion Simon Eriksson, famous for his mean left hook and his burning ambition, meets him with baseless, blatant hostility. But then again, this might be just the thrill Wille so desperately seeks…

⛸️ Figure Skating

Hope and Legacy by @malinowaj (WIP)

Simon Eriksson has been skating nearly all his life and has a dream. To make that dream come true, he agrees to help Wilhelm with his skating. Little does Simon know that in doing so, he's getting more than he bargained for.

🎾 Tennis

now we're knee-deep in this mess by @prplewille

Simon and Wilhelm are friends. Then they have sex, fall in love, play tennis and ruin each other's lives. In no particular order.

#am i missing anything?#let me know!#young royals #yr fanfic #sports

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11queensupreme11 · 4 months ago

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How would Cu Chulainn feel about pjo demigods?

cú chulainn seeing how pjo demigods live: damn, your lives suck ASS 🤮

no seriously LMAO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

a lot of the greek demigods (the modern ones especially) either come from broken homes, poor single-parents, abusive parents, or just straight up HOMELESS and stay in camp year-round, etc.

some don't even KNOW that their kids are demigods so they're completely clueless about that part of their life; they might get frustrated by their kids adhd and dyslexia, the fact that they keep getting kicked out of school, getting into legal trouble (the mist made it look like they attacked someone when it was actually a monster trying to kill them, etc). it honestly just seems so frustrating for those poor demigods to deal with, especially during wartimes so imagine being depressed cuz you have half-siblings that defected or you're afraid that u and ur loved ones might die in the war, and you got a clueless parent being all "why are you moping all the time? 🤨 get ur ass back in school and get those grades up!" 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

i haven't found much yet about cú chulainn's childhood in the myths and how he was raised before he.... you know, started terrorizing ppl, but his mother, deichtine, was a princess. he's the nephew of conchobar mac nessa, king of ulster. so he was part of the ROYAL family. and that's just the mortal side. then he drank lugh's blood (again, my fic only) and became a demigod, and lugh is a supreme god of the celtic pantheon and the leader of the tuatha dé danann. when cú chulainn got adopted and blessed by him, he became part of that royal family too.

not only that, but back in ancient times people knew the gods were real so they absolutely knew that cú chulainn was a demigod and treated him as such (even though he was crazy and sucked ass 💀). and then there's the pjo demigods, constantly treated like shit, sometimes even by their own mortal families. they're seen as criminals, liars, troubled kids, stupid kids, kids beyond help, disappointments, mentally disturbed, weirdos who see things that don't exist, etc.

pjo demigods are treated like shit from both sides too, from the mortal side AND the godly side. though the latter may depend on who their godly parents are, but if PERCY JACKSON, poseidon's most favorite child ever, is still being treated like a toy soldier by the gods then what sort of hope do the other kids have? 💀 percy is literally the one kid that is so purely loved by her godly parent and yet her life still sucks. poseidon's love isn't enough to protect her from a hero's fate; in fact, it's what DOOMED her 💔 because percy, like all greek demigods, are destined to live and die as heroes, a greek tragedy just like all the others before them 😭💔💔💔💔

those poor kids are tools for the gods. pjo gods cannot act freely, so they use their children to do things that they can't. cú chulainn NEVER has to worry about that. yes, he had a few gods meddle in his life (morrigan being one), but they definitely aren't as bad as the way the pjo gods meddle. there's no oppressive system in the ror verse that requires the gods to use demigods to do their bidding. cú chulainn was free to live his life as he wishes; he is not shackled the same way pjo demigods are and his gods aren't shackled the way pjo gods are either.

he didn't have to live his life being told "you're never gonna make it to adulthood because ur a demigod and we always die as a tragic hero because that's the fate we've been given 🤗", was never used as a toy soldier, he has freedom. no suicide quests, no prophecies, no divine intervention constantly uprooting his life for the worse, there were wars and battles, but those were mortal ones that he willingly joined, not godly ones that the gods made him fight in.

pjo demigods' lives just genuinely SUCK. they have tragedy in their veins that they can never remove and the way their world works is just so heavily built against them 💔

cú chulainn is going to be so very very VERY grateful that he was not born as a demigod in that universe 💀💀💀💀💀 he's gonna gently grab percy by the shoulders, give her a good shake, and tell her very seriously, "your life is miserable 😐 (marry me and i'll give you a better one 💖)"

also, seeing how they live would be an eye-opener because a lot of stuff about percy makes SOOOO much sense to him now. no wonder she seemed aghast as to why he lives so selfishly, why he chooses to fight in the apocalypse despite it meaning he'd fight for the destruction of humanity should he win.

percy grew up amongst demigods who lived tragic lives but died heroic fates, she even WITNESSED it herself. the idea of a demigod consciously choosing to destroy humanity and being fully aware of his actions is so unlike what she's used to. luke at least had a good and noble reason for his revolution and he killed himself in the end to stop kronos, ethan's betrayal was understandable and just and he tried to stop kronos and died for it, but cú chulainn lives selfishly without a care for other people's lives and she's not used to that from a demigod.

(omg i rambled too much but i cannot wait to write more about them ashahfvh bahsgdhb i'm loving the whole "hero vs warrior" thing between them too much sorry guys! 💖💖💖)

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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doodle-pops · 2 years ago

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House of Fingolfin | Being In An Arranged Marriage With Them

A/N: This takes place in Valinor, in a no–darkening verse and arranged marriages are common traditions among the elves. By now, I'm considering this an AU within the Silm verse with all the ideas that’s been swimming in my mind after writing each headcanon (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Warnings: feelings of neglect and loneliness, resentment, disputes, there is some comfort, angst because it's an arranged marriage

Arranged Marriage AU: Arafinweans ver. | Feanorians ver.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Fingolfin

Fingolfin strongly resents being told what to do. However, if complying benefits his family and upholds his royal status as an exemplar for princes, he will reluctantly follow through. In this context, he would have no significant objections to an arranged marriage.

He genuinely believes in his father’s good intentions and considers his mother’s agreement as final. Fingolfin would attentively attend the meeting, listening to the criteria and rationale for the arrangement while occasionally glancing at your disheartened expression.

Initially, he might struggle to comprehend why you don’t view the situation as a win–win, given that you’re marrying a prince and about to enjoy a luxurious lifestyle. The notion of being forced into this or having a lover only dawns on Fingolfin when his younger brother or a friend brings it up.

He’s determined to make the relationship work and hopes you won’t be confrontational or resist connecting with each other. Your reluctance to make things work is a source of frustration for him, but his pride prevents him from complaining to others.

But it is important to keep in mind that as much as he’s fighting you to make this work, he is respectful of your boundaries and personal space.

“I may have been slow to realise your reservations about the arrangement, but may I ask that you at least attempt not to distance yourself when all I want is for this to go smoothly? Yes, we will be married soon, but I’m not suggesting a romantic involvement, just a basic level of cooperation to ease the tension, please.”

He’s eager to make the arrangement a success because he sees it as essential for his role as a prince and a way to outshine his older brother. In Fingolfin’s perspective, this is a competition, albeit unfortunate for you.

You must assert that for this relationship to work, it shouldn’t be a platform for competition or jealousy, but rather something mutually beneficial and meaningful. You seek a partner you can rely on and trust, while he desires a confidant.

Despite the challenges, you enjoy a royal lifestyle with extravagant parties, balls, and dinners, access to the finest materials and food, a luxurious house designed to your liking, and any other desired indulgence. Fingolfin explicitly mentions that the house was created with your preferences in mind in hopes of ensuring some form of comfort is achieved.

An added benefit of the relationship is Fingolfin’s trust in your abilities as a mediator and leader. As a means to enhance communication, he gradually opens up and seeks your advice in the hopes of strengthening the arrangement.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Fingon

Initially, when the news was broken to him, Fingon found it all rather amusing. He doubled over and laughed in his father’s face, thinking it was some kind of joke. It took a while for the seriousness of the situation to sink in, and he soon realised that this was no laughing matter. Fingon is a free–spirited individual who believes in choosing when to marry, not never for political reasons, as was the case in this instance.

When you’re in the room, Fingon prefers to keep his anger in check and maintain a pleasant demeanour, as he doesn’t want to frighten you. He’s well aware that you had no say in this decision, and his father is the only one he has an issue with.

The sorrowful look on his face when he meets your eyes is heart–wrenching, as both of you are victims of politics. Despite the circumstances, he does his best to shield you from the harsh reality and maintain the illusion of a simple friendship.

Among all his siblings and his father, Fingon is undoubtedly the most agreeable elf to be married to. Despite his inner turmoil and his father’s constant pressure to make the relationship work, he remains cheerful and amiable in your company, ensuring your comfort throughout the entire engagement.

However, in the early days of the marriage, he was the complete opposite of his usual self, largely due to your reserved nature. He was distant and mostly silent as he grappled with controlling his temper, trying to figure out how to make the relationship work.

If he’s going to be your husband against his will, he’s determined to be the best one you could hope for. Do you require your space? You got it. Do you not wish to see or speak to him? He’ll respect it. Do you want him to stop pretending that everything’s perfect? You’ll get that as well, although it may not be what you expect.

“You might be expecting me to shout, scream, or completely ignore you. I couldn’t bring myself to do any of that, though, as it’s not how my mother raised me to behave when I’m dissatisfied... I understand that you see through the façade I put up; it’s mostly to get my father off my back. But it’s not an act when I’m around you.”

Count on Fingon to make your forced marriage bearable and tolerable. He alleviates the typical anxiety associated with arranged marriages by filling it with unconditional love, support, appreciation, and trust. He never lets the burden fall on you and always stands by your side, ready to defend you.

One thing he won’t tolerate is anyone belittling your role as his spouse, whether it’s from your family or his. He respects your choices and ensures that you’re comfortable before engaging in anything personal.

Fingon never rushes you into anything uncomfortable and allows you to make decisions, trusting your judgment and revealing his vulnerability. He sees this as a hopeful approach to overcoming the arranged marriage label that hangs over your heads.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Turgon

Even if it were his father delivering the news that an arranged marriage was necessary to uphold the family name, Turgon was on the verge of overturning a table and vanishing before his father could reveal your name. However, Turgon knew he wouldn’t get far before being compelled to return home and address the situation.

It was the gloomiest atmosphere in recent memory when he was in the room, glaring at your presence as you entered with your family. The whole ordeal made him feel nauseous, especially when he observed how supportive his mother was in the matter.

Turgon didn’t speak or acknowledge your existence. If you were residing in your preexisting home, you both slept in separate quarters. He even made an effort to become familiar with your schedule to ensure you didn’t cross paths because he wanted to avoid giving the impression of any interest in making things work.

It felt like living alone with a brooding spectre who constantly muttered under his breath as though he was casting a spell. He was quick to anger and often directed his frustration at everyone around him, not just his and your parents. Congratulations, you were arranged to someone who unjustly blamed you.

Like his cousins, you had to assert yourself and demand respect, forcing your voice above his constant grumbling.

“Listen, I’ll make this clear just once, so don’t make me repeat myself. Stop blaming me and direct your frustrations at my parents and yours. We’re in this together whether we like it or not—so accept it and put an end to the complaining, just like I did. We’re going to make this work—we don’t have to share a bed or be best friends, but we should find common ground and understanding. I won’t accept ‘no’ as an answer, as it’s proven to be pointless, so stop whining and work with me!”

You earned his respect because no one had the audacity to confront him like that without fearing his explosive anger. From that day on, there was a subtle change in the household routine, like not avoiding your schedules and sharing the same space (excluding the bedroom).

Any attempts at conversation were initiated by you, and you had to strain your ears to catch his mumbled responses. When it came to public appearances, he was as stiff as a board and communicated sparingly.

However, it was his instinct to defend you and his family if anyone made disrespectful comments about your situation. That was something for him and you to contemplate, not for others to meddle in, so someone would be put in their place. That night, you saw the most emotion from him apart from his temper.

An incident like that brought you both a step closer to displaying your emotions and feelings, particularly your protectiveness toward him. As simple as it may seem, he wanted to know about your day and if anyone insulted you when you were out. It was a step in the growth of your relationship.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Argon

Argon is fucking bewildered and struggling to comprehend the situation because he’s still a young individual being informed of an arranged marriage he never wanted. He responds with profanity and loud protests until his father intervenes to calm him down.

He despises every moment of it, particularly when he recalls how his cousins and brothers were subjected to the same process. He can’t believe he’s in the same situation despite his strong desire to find love on his own. Even if you were present in the room, his anger blinds him to your concern.

For days to weeks, you two may not exchange words, with occasional glances and stares being the only form of communication. Even after the marriage, he only engages in minimal conversation, ensuring your well–being and comfort in the shared space, though his tone is often filled with bitterness.

Initially, your marriage feels like cohabitating with a mere housemate, as your interactions are limited to household chores. Meaningful conversations based on your interests are virtually non–existent. It would take significant time and effort before either of you musters the courage to address the awkward silence in the house, ideally during breakfast.

“May I speak? No, it’s not about breakfast; it’s about us. We’ve been living like roommates for months, hardly even acquaintances. All we do together is eat and do chores. I know you’re still upset about this arrangement—so am I—but I’d appreciate it if we could replace this white noise with something resembling friendship. We’re already living together, so we’re past the stage of being strangers.”

Argon is genuinely sorry to discover that you desire more meaningful interactions rather than distance, which he had assumed. Your first breakthrough occurs when you jest about his misinterpretation of your gestures, breaking the awkward silence with a touch of Argon’s playful nature.

Following in the footsteps of his eldest brother, he emulates his gestures in the hopes of fostering a deeper connection. Although his emotions make him eager and impulsive, he doesn’t want you to bear the blame for his dissatisfaction.

Eventually, a level of vulnerability emerges in your discussions, allowing both of you to overcome this significant turning point in your lives. More joy and laughter infuse the household as you both express your opinions, views on the situation, and expectations for the future. Given his youth and the wealth of advice he’s received on arranged marriages, he engages in meaningful conversations to ensure you share the same expectations.

He has no intention of subjecting you to the mistreatment that others might inflict on their spouses, placing trust in you and expecting the same in return. For the majority of your marriage, despite lingering awkwardness, you manage to build a friendship with someone who is open and respectful.

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ren-cerati · 4 days ago

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Literally got YELLED AT. To post this. Love you @highbookwormofthecentury

Anyway!

Info for my Minecraft oc, Renceren. Follow up to the builds post

Tags (ask to be added or removed because I do like this silly character and would love to yap about them more.)

@astro-nomaly @highbookwormofthecentury @flirty-anon @shadow-dwelling-anon @nerdwholikesnerdythings @mother-spore-missa

Backstory

Name: Renceren

Title: Prince Of The Southern Bastion/Bastard Prince of The South.

Age: Youthful looking, Immortal/Long Lived

Pronouns: They/Them, but they don't care all too much.

Race: Piglin Brute Hybrid

Renceren was born in the Nether with a Piglin mother and an overworlder father. However, their father died a while back, and their mother married another piglin. Renceren was somewhat shunned due to being a hybrid.

Since they were a lot smaller than other piglins (Due to being a hybrid) their mother and stepfather tried to kill them by throwing them into lava, but they somehow managed to survive. Because of this, they were given grudging permission to live at all.

However, their parents were unaware that they gained immortality, because of an alchemical experiment that was tossed into the lava to be destroyed. Renceren can only be killed by a certain weapon/item the royal family possesses.

From a young age they were told of the injustices committed against their homeland; The overworlders raiding the Fortresses and Bastions, and those from the End who invaded and did something to their forests, causing some of them to warp (Operating on the warped forests being most likely to spawn endermen, and some color theory thing I saw on a post.) Alongside other attacks, turf wars, and the like.

Renceren has a bit of a strange personality, due to their parents mostly leaving them to their own devices unless it was to preach the horribleness of the other two realms.

They could be standoffish, rude, and even bratty, but they were not unnecessarily rude to the staff and cared for a couple striders and the like.

They are well versed in alchemy (Also based on a nether theory which dictates that Piglins too were once Overworlders, but used magical alchemy of sorts and something went wrong.)

They were trained in combat, but often lazed about since they saw no reason to learn to fight, what with the hundreds of guards in the Bastion.

During this period in their life, they didn't really have any friends, due to their parents isolating them and rarely letting them leave.

Their parents didn't really care for them as a person, and only what their heir could achieve, feats in alchemy, study, and combat. The family had many disagreements on what Renceren would accomplish in their lifetime.

They do know a decent bit of redstone, but their parents frowned on technology from the overworld.

On the day of the attack, they watched as their home was destroyed, their parents slain before their very eyes.

The awfulest thing was, they didn't feel sorrow as the thrones were bathed in blood. They didn't know those who sat upon them, larger than life figures gilded in gold.

Afterall, Renceren never really had a connection with any of their family. Their siblings thought they were weak, their parents only cared about what they could do to carry the family legacy and to bring glory to the kingdom.

But before she died, their mother commanded them- avenge the Kingdom of the Southern Bastion.

That was, after all, their duty to the royal lineage.

In the Overworld, they finally had a chance to express themself as they wished. But their past looms behind them, because their kingdom did not merely fade to obscurity, and they are the heir to the throne.

The war may be over, but as long as that duty rests on Renceren's shoulders, they will never know peace.

/okay so that was that. Screams

Anyway renceren doodles! I draw them a lot

For the design changes, they dyed their hair black after coming to the overworld, and hid their horns. Also this aint even all the times I've drawn them. Curse you ten image limit. Also they're character design has grown over time, they were made some time ago.

Some extra nether worldbuilding:

Nether Lore

The nether has four main Kingdoms, The Southern Bastion, The Western Bastion, The Eastern Bastion, and the Northern Bastion. (Based on the four cardinal directions.)

Piglin Royalty is more archaic/barbaric, for lack of better terms. Each Bastion values strength and honor above all else. They prefer not to ask their enemies questions, always choosing to attack before being civil. They’re probably less technologically advanced than the overworld or the end, but they make up for that with fierce fighting spirit.

Before overworlders invaded and looted their bastions and fortresses, the nether folk would often hold tournaments to showcase strength, or friendly competitions between fortresses or Kingdoms. They were content in the nether, and had little reason to build portals and leave. That was until other conflicts, where battalions would attack and wreak havoc in villages and end cities.

If you die an honorless death, it's said that you’ll just become another one of the souls, trapped in lanterns or sands. It is the worst thing to happen to someone, and part of the reason warriors are so respected; and honor so important.

Hair is also extremely important and valued to nether folk, especially piglins. Hair is tied deeply to honor and memory, and altering it can mean various things, such as mourning, shame, dedication to your cause, and leaving old things behind.

There is no shame behind scars, and such are usually proudly showcased as proof of valor in battle.

Pride is a natural instinct to nether folk, and they can be stubborn to the point of idiocy.

As of the end of the war, there's unrest in the nether. The Southern Bastion had the most control over everything, and now it is without its rulers and the heir is rumored to still be alive, but no one knows where they have gone.

Some nether folk are content to go back to their tournaments and training sessions, but others wish for more blood, conquest, and glory. The other Bastions are attempting to seize absolute control in the chaos, and the Fortresses are no longer standing together and instead are becoming increasingly divided. The fighting is no longer in the name of showcase or friendly battles, instead making rifts in the once tight knit armies of the Nether.

//and thats just my character. Ill have to ask my buddies @katoen-cotton @l0tu5-5t4r @gabbyelle if they'll post about their characters, or if I can do so.

#btw as a silly play of words #the offical name for this whole server lore is GSMP #like the dsmp but better #Renceren Kiang #GSMP #Renceren GSMP #survival multiplayer is a lie i claim many things but ill never claim to have build my castle in survival #fun fact they only got their last name recently and it technically only exists in the modern au #its a play on Kai Jiang which is fanon last name ive seen for kai ninjago #and also just King with an A thrown into it for silly #gsmp lore #renceren kiang #renceren gsmp #whats the difference between uppercase and lowercase tags?#gsmp #minecraft oc #minecraft lore #worldbuilding #minecraft worldbuilding #piglin brute hybrid oc #artwork #ibispaintx #ibispaint art #artists on tumblr #oc art #id post a lot about this but its the sheer size of it all. more lore than fucking fnaf /half joke #post that breached containment #evil post

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boyfriendtodeathconfessional · 2 months ago

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By now I've made plenty of posts about Ren, so at the risk of looking like a simp, I'm going to explain why he unquestionably wins the long term battle royale. Let me specify, I am not saying Fox would beat every other character in the BTD-verse. I'm saying every version of Ren Hana clears with little challenge. If I were a gambler, I would put a hypothetical retirement fund on him winning. I will stand ten toes down on his victory for one simple attribute of his that I never see mentioned: luck.

At first, this may seem like a strange claim. How could Ren possibly be considered lucky? According to him, his family hates him. He wasn't able to find a companion despite all his efforts. He was kidnapped and tortured for months on end by Strade. These are all certainly bad things. Yet when we zoom out and get a broader context for what happened, his luck becomes clear.

First off, he's a fox beastkin and his lineage was frequently mistaken for kitsune. In Japanese Shinto belief, kitsune are messengers of the god Inari and are bringers of luck and good fortune. Gato and the rest specifically said his family was believed to be kitsune. Considering foxes are considered lucky in Japan by extension, this hardly seems like a coincidence. "Okay, big deal," you might say while rolling your eyes, "So he looks like something that's lucky, what difference does it make?" I'd like to remind everyone that Ren was the first of his mother's children she decided to keep alive. My boy was cheating death before he even got out of the cradle.

We learned that he ran away to Canada from Japan at a very young age. By himself. Possibly not knowing English. This alone would be impressive, but by the time Strade finds him, he's doing a lot better than one would expect a 5'1" teenage runaway would be doing. He's clearly found a way to keep himself fed, he's clean, has on decent clothes, and he's in a stable enough position to score a date! Sure, his date stood him up, which led to Strade finding him, but given how long he's lived in Canada by himself, it's a miracle he didn't run into someone like Strade even sooner.

And then there's his meetup with Strade. This may be a point of contention for some, but Ren made it out of Strade's clutches... remarkably well. Bear in mind, Strade was fully intending to kill Ren, and just by a stroke of luck(!) he decides to collar Ren instead. I can't stress how crazy this is to me. Strade has made so many people beg and cry for their lives that it's literally his online handle, and Ren manages to be the one person who actually convinces him?! Add to it, Strade bleeds out in front of Ren without Ren having to do anything. He not only outlives Strade, doesn't get any of the guilt he could have had for killing him. He gets all of Strade's info for his logins, his bank accounts, his car, his house, and the neighbors just believe Ren whenever he gives them a flimsy ass justification for why he's there!

When he gets to become Fox, he not only ends up as a snuff streamer, he ends up as the biggest snuff streamer of all time. Even hardened criminals and killers fall in line when he wants them to. He runs an operation that possibly spans multiple countries. He has his very own auctions. His work has far and away eclipsed Strade's, and he does it all without fear of the police.

Now with all this being said, who could possibly stand a challenge against Ren Hana?

Lawrence: He got bamboozled by Ren not once but twice in BTD2. He poses a greater risk to himself than anyone. In TPOF, he just fucks off to the bottom of a lake and waits for the river to claim him. Good luck putting up a fight as a skeleton, dummy. Point goes to Ren.

Strade: 0. Ren: 1. Nuff said.

Celia/Derek: I'm lumping them together, as Ren could easily expose Celia or Daddy Goffard for their twisted tastes. Once he does, it's all over. Full scale investigation into their businesses. Assets seized. Accounts frozen. Ledes and Goffards are personae non grata. No one will miss them.

Mason: Mountain Bear walks the walk on his home turf, but he's impatient. Beyond setting up a couple traps, he lacks the ability to plan. All it will take is him coming to Fox in the city, and Fox's thugs will help him get real acquainted with nature. Last camping trip he'll ever take will be six feet underground.

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#boyfriend to death #boyfriendtodeath #btd #tpof #the price of flesh #strade #ren hana #lawrence oleander #fox tpof #Celia Lede #Mason Heiral #Derek Goffard #I like the way you think ☢️... but I raise you this:#Was Ren truly Strade's first captive? If so is the second collar he keeps an older model?#And... dots because I can't use commas... I would assume Mason be anything but impatient. But your point still stands even so #Mason is a hunter. He excels in that role. But the hunted?#He's so big... where could he possibly hide?

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chaotic-neutral-knitter · 4 months ago

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Ed-Coded Mountain Goats Songs Part 1

The other day I was thinking about how many songs by the Mountain Goats remind me of Our Flag Means Death's very own Edward Teach, and I decided to challenge myself to assign a Mountain Goats song to each episode Ed appears in. It's going to be a series of posts because for some of them I have, uhhhh, a lot to say.

S1E3 - A Gentleman Pirate

The song that I've chosen for this episode is Animal Mask, from the album Beat the Champ aka "the one about wrestling." The album deals with themes of identity, masks, showmanship, and knowing when to quit. So it's a pretty good Ed album already.

I chose this song for a few reasons, the first being that I just really love it. I referenced it in my wedding vows—I think it's one of the most romantic Mountain Goats songs (serious goats fans out there, yes, I know that the song is about JD's kid being born, shhhh, that's not important, it's romantic TO ME).

The song is about a professional wrestler fighting through a battle royale to protect someone they don't really know. This is how they meet.

Eighteen man steel cage free for all Through the noise I hear you call for help You can't protect yourself Frog mask and yellow cape So desperate to escape I came to you, hands wrapped in adhesive tape That was when we were young and green In the dawning hours of our team

Sound familiar?

The second verse reveals that the narrator has been paying attention to the person in the frog mask and yellow cape. From a distance they saw someone interesting, someone new.

Seen you backstage once or twice Animal gimmick pops real nice Elbow sweep and tiger dance Little extra fighter's chance

Ed is interested in Stede before he even meets him. Finally, here is someone doing something different. Ed is bored, stifled, lonely.

"Hold on", I cried, "I'll be right there" Pull your mask down through your hair They won't see you Not until you want them to

John Darnielle has said a lot about this song but one thing that really stuck with me is this: "This is a song about how, from the moment of your birth, you don't owe anybody a look at your true face." (source) I think about this in relation to masking—for good or for bad it's something people learn in order to protect themselves. And if it's true that you don't owe anybody a look at your true face, it makes it all the more beautiful when you decide that you want someone to see your true face, that you feel safe enough with them to try.

Ed and Stede are both people who struggle with identity. Who they are vs who they present to others vs who they want to be. They're both guarded in very different ways. Stede's ostentatious coats and bravado hides a deep well of insecurity—he is simply convinced that he is not enough. Ed has spent so much time being Blackbeard that he isn't sure who he is outside of that. But when they're together, all of that turmoil melts away. Ed and Stede get to be Ed and Stede. They just... see each other. They open up. And that doesn't magically resolve their identity issues, or make them brilliant at communicating. They struggle to turn their implicit understanding of each other into the kind of healthy communication their relationship needs, because neither of them have any practice with that. But that safe space between the two of them gives them both a place to figure things out.

"What's it like to be in love?"

"It feels... easy. It's just like breathing. He understands my idiosyncrasies, finds them charming even. We expose each other to new things, new ideas. And we laugh a lot. We just pass the time so well. I'd call those things love."

That's what is romantic to me about this song, I think, the sense of safety. You are safe to be vulnerable with me, because I will not reveal you unless you want to be revealed. We may be surrounded by a battlefield but you and me? We're a team.

And for Ed and Stede, this is the early days. The dawning hours of their team. While Stede's "Well I was gut-stabbed..." story intro in later episodes is a funny bit, it's clear that Stede looks back on this moment as a warm and happy one. I think Ed does as well.

Which brings us to the chorus of the song:

Some things you will remember Some things stay sweet forever

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#ed-coded mountain goats songs #my nonsense #the mountain goats #our flag means death #edward teach #y'know I was thinking about crossposting this to bsky but it is simply too long #also john darnielle is on there and that scares me #ofmd meta

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absolutely-normal-about-x · 7 months ago

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assuming reploids can run games within their own brain, what kinds of games do you think X would enjoy most?

OOHHH AWAWAAA FINALLY SOMEBODY GIVING ME THE QUESTION THAT IM WAITING FOR!!!

Okay so I seen folks giving X their own takes of what kind of games he’ll enjoy I agree but some I don’t-

X dislikes games that have mindless violence and bloodshed. He’s a pacifist will not hesitate to fight back, also if the story is good and displays a message that he can relate to and proper morals and lessons, Puzzle games, even retro games too. Just silly games that help him to distract a little from war, but some hit harder than others.

Umm just a heads up this a long one filled with rambles and some headcanons

Here are the games I believe X would enjoy!

Tetris- Listen I just know this game would love a puzzle game! Genuinely speaking this man would get the highest scores imaginable in those Tetris royale he’s the reigning champion. I like the idea that Tetris is one of the first games that the researchers made him play when they were studying him. He finds them great for relieve stress.

Undertale - Listen the moment Axl told him that there’s an RPG where you can play as a pacifist and get the true ending. HE LOCKED IN. Like he loves that silly game to bits especially taken off guard with its themes. As he completed the whole true pacifist route (He was a Sobbing mess during the true pacifist ending). A lot people would say that sans would be his favorite character but the truth is not. The reason why he knows Sans’s thing is because Axl told him about the genocide route (he forbade anyone from playing that route on his save file, cause if they do he’s gonna be really upset.) the truth his favorites are the Dreemurs! He can relate to them on a personal level especially Toriel and Asgore. He understands their intentions, their grief, what they gone through, they are both in the right and the wrong at the same time.

They are complex characters, he doesn’t agree on Asgore killing the children but at the same time he knows that the barrier requires 7 human souls to open it. But also the moment that he broke the mercy button made him cover his mouth as he stared in shock. Toriel was doing her best to protect the children but keeping them trapped in the ruins and demonizing Asgore doesn’t help with the situation. Asriel and Chara, on how he cried in their stories as he feels nothing but guilt and pity over flowey’s existence. And yes he cried when his theme played. All characters of Undertale are complex he loves them and enjoys the nuance behind them.

Also Undyne reminds him so a lot of his wife-

Pokemon! Specifically the pokemon ranger games! Listen the idea of playing as a conservationist/ranger of helping and aiding people and pokemon alike. And then befriending said pokemon to help you solve puzzles, it’s great for him. Plus it’s nice to see conservationists getting representation in the gaming world.

The legend of Zelda series- he’s a bit picky for him to choose what game he enjoys most. He’s very well versed in the Zelda timeline, knowing all of the lore. If he had to pick a Zelda games that he enjoys the most Echoes of Wisdom and Skyward are there. Twilight Princess is probably how he got Zero into Zelda, after he watched X play it once time when he was crashing in his place. He also got Axl into it too through Botw and Totk but he unfortunately witnessed Axl committing every war crime imaginable in those games. He never in his life ever been so exasperated yet unsurprised by this. He would give him a A for creativity but man…why?

Professor Layton series is a puzzle series that he greatly enjoys, the stories are delightfully engaging, the characters are a treat and the puzzles were so much fun to do! X really enjoys Layton as a character of how well mannered and polite as a gentleman can be and lil Luke he appreciates him. He also loves the spin off featuring his adopted daughter!

Animal Crossing is a cute game for him to make his lil town, befriending cute animals and decorating his house. A cozy game for him to relax too! He spend hundreds of hours getting everything and making his dream house! When it comes to villagers, he lets them come and go as he pleases. He, Layer, Cinnamon and Massimo have island hang outs at Weekends, visiting the other’s island and helping eachother out it’s lovely.

Subnautica, the deep underwater exploration and studying the life that lives on. It’s eerie and at times stressful but it intrigues him deeply. It’s one of those games that he introduced to Marty and she is in love of it. She often with him on the couch together, watching him the play game as Marty happily gushes the sea life and needs out over it. He loves hearing her yap about it, when the gargantuan leviathan popped out of nowhere he screamed while Marty is even happier, that’s a big baby!

Phoenix Wright, another puzzle game! He found out about it, because he knew that Professor Layton had a crossover with it so he decides to give it a try. He enjoyed it! It was a critique of the Justice system (that he’s 100% behind it of critiquing governing power systems). But the characters were absurd and the story was a bit bonkers but at the end he enjoys them. Even more of watching his friends reach to the nonsense of how wild these cases they are. Very frustrated that Maya keeps getting framed and imprisoned for unnecessary reasons. It leaves him baffled that Phoenix keeps getting into these near death experiences and walking away from these without injury. Edgedworth investigations is a relief to him cause finally someone using common sense.

Cooking Mama, ITS SELF EXPLANATORY OKAY!?

Stardrew Valley- it’s another cozy game that he enjoys. Sometimes being a farmer in a quant village is nice and he enjoys the events that follow.

He rarely game first person shooter games but hearing Axl scream on the other side of the room after being sniped at a long distance is incredibly satisfying to hear.

Mario games are neat for him, like platformers are a hit or miss for him but his first Mario game was Oddessy, so the exploration is fun and intuitive for him. Other games are pretty fun too (Wonder and Paper Mario TYD are one of his favorites.

Fuga Melodies of Steel, yep it’s one of those games that he screams and cries. The story hits him so hard, especially the fact that these children had to man a massive Tank going through war as they try to save their loved ones. He loves these children to death seeing their personalities, desires and quirks, they endeared him. It hurts him so deeply, he’s impressed how it was mature to handle the realities of War what it does to people. Let me tell you once he finds out and witness what the soul cannon does he was on his knees, the guilt and horror of sacrificing a child’s life to save others gutted him harder than Sigma’s lasted blast- Zero walked in to him staring at the screen for hours while tears where streaming on his face of what he has done.

He restarted his save file and ensured no child will ever be used to fire that a cursed weapon.

He was extremely relieved that they changed how the soul cannon worked and it doesn’t sacrifice their lives him. He loved reading about the lore of this game and the fact that it was humanity were responsible of their own downfall doesn’t surprise him-

Despite the horrors of wars and tragedies the children marched on, holding on to hope for a better tomorrow. A sentiment that he’s grateful for.

#megaman x #au #headcanon #ask #mmx #rockman x #some mentions of other characters I have more but damn this shit is a BEAST-#insane rambles

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geode-crystal · 11 months ago

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@whumperofworlds this one is for you!

Characters involved:

Whumpee: Darius, "the Shining Knight"

Caretaker: Mianu, "the Lost Prince."

Some random Whumper idk

Contents: kidnapping, restraints (chains), a little bit of torture, a little bit of blood, a whole lot of angst

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The prince’s quest was noble. No one could deny that. Noble, but very, very dangerous. And Darius had sworn—both to his prince and to himself—that he would protect Mianu with his life.

Prince Mianu’s self-assigned mission was meant to be kept secret. His identity was meant to be secret. No one, aside from those who needed to, was supposed to know he had even left his kingdom. It didn’t matter that he was still trying to set right what had once gone wrong. They were all aware of the risks. Of what might happen if someone found out he was royalty.

Darius was never going to forgive himself when he got out of this.

If he got out of this.

The first thing Darius had done when he was alert enough to be fully aware of his situation was fight against his chains.

This was a living nightmare.

Everything that had led to his capture came back to him in a rush. It had all been too simple. Too easy. He was supposed to be better than this. But a simple ambush had been all that it took. He’d allowed himself to get distracted. He’d been naive enough to let Mianu wander a few feet out of his sight. And he’d been jumped. Just like that.

Darius had put up a fight. But it wasn’t enough. All too soon, the world had gone dark.

And now… here he was. Chained in enemy territory. No armor. No weapon.

Darius had been through a lot in his life. But had never felt so exposed and vulnerable.

He had to get out of there before anything else happened.

His training ran through his mind. Don’t make any noise, don’t alert the enemy to your presence… but the enemy already knew he was here. Hells, they put him here. Find something to use to your advantage… but the tiny, dark room he had been thrown into was completely empty. And his hands were chained high above his head. Of course, there were cuffs around his ankles, too, despite being dumped awkwardly on the floor, left on bruised knees. He could barely move, let alone investigate.

Really, guard training had much more to say about avoiding getting into these situations than what you should do to get out of them.

He would have to complain about that later.

“Oh, good. You’re awake. I was starting to think my crew had been too rough on you.”

Darius went rigid. He’d never heard that voice before, but he knew that tone too well. His eyes quickly scanned the little room. Nothing. It looked empty. Felt empty.

Darius hissed out a rather un-knightly word. Magic. The one thing he couldn’t defend against.

“Who are you?” he shouted. “Show yourself!”

He could have sworn his captor was smirking. “Well, if you insist.”

There was a soft sound, like a curtain being drawn. And then someone stood before him. Nearly towering over him. A bandit or a mercenary, by the looks of her clothing and the dagger at her belt. A successful one at that. She was practically littered with rings, her belt embedded with gemstones. A pendant with a golden chain dangled from her hand.

Darius’ breath caught in his throat.

That was his pendant. The one that Mianu had given him. One of a matching pair, enchanted so they could keep in contact even if they were apart. So they could find each other when they needed to.

Seeing it in that woman’s hands made his blood boil.

“Who are you?” Darius snapped.

The mercenary raised an eyebrow. “You’ve used that one already. I’d hoped a royal knight would be more versed in the art of conversation than that.”

No. No. This wasn’t just some random kidnapping. She knew exactly who he was.

“Whatever it is you want, you’re not going to get it,” Darius said as firmly as he could.

But how? They’d been so careful not to be recognized...

The woman made a soft sound, almost a laugh. “Alright. I’ll play along. What, exactly, makes you think I want something from you?”

Dread seeped into Darius’ heart. He refused to let it show. He glared daggers at his captor, surging against his bonds as though he could break free by sheer force of will. His wrists were definitely mangled at that point. He didn’t care.

“If you wanted me dead, I would be by now,” he hissed. “You’ve had plenty of chances.”

“True.” The woman still spoke as though they were chatting about dinner. “But I have something else in mind.”

She took a single step forward. Darius stayed frozen, torn between trying to back up and trying to lunge forward again. He knew both options were stupid and pointless, anyway. But he wanted to do something. Anything, to try to get out of this, to try to get back to Mianu before his captor did something much worse than just knocking him out and chaining him up…

But the woman only dangled the pendant in front of him. The deep emerald in the center shone, even in the dark room.

“What a fancy little toy you have,” the woman sneered. “Not something an ordinary knight carries around, hmm?”

All of his instincts told him to turn away. To hide. But Darius refused to back down. He couldn’t show any weakness. Not now.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied.

The gemstone flashed again.

The woman rolled her eyes. “Please. I daresay I know more about magic than the likes of you. Which is exactly why I need your darling little prince.”

Darius couldn’t keep his expression steady this time.

This was exactly what he’d been afraid of.

“What did you do with him?” Darius’ voice was far too soft for his own comfort.

And the woman had the gall to laugh. “Nothing. Not yet, anyway.”

“If you’re expecting me to help hurt him—”

“No need to worry yourself over that,” the woman cut him off. “No harm will come to him. Or you, for that matter, as long as you both behave.”

“I will never do what you ask,” Darius snapped.

The woman’s smile was heartless. Sickening. “No need to be so modest. You’re already playing your part wonderfully.”

And abruptly, Darius understood.

Whoever this woman was, she didn’t have Mianu. But she needed him. Everything had been a trap... but for Mianu. Darius was only the bait.

He’d rather die than get Mianu mixed up in this madness.

“It won’t work,” he said firmly. “Whatever you want, he’ll never give into your demands.”

“Won’t he?”

The woman’s tone was still cool. Confident. She was utterly convinced she had already won.

“We’ve all seen how… fond the poor little lost prince is of his dashing knight,” she went on. “Hard to blame him. What a handsome face.”

She gripped his chin, twisting his head this way and that. Darius jerked free.

“Whatever sick game you’re playing—”

“Oh, enough,” the woman snapped. “Don’t you have anything better to say? Besides, we don’t need him, really. Just his magic. I’ve heard the princeling has a certain affinity for working in the shadows.”

Darius’ heart could have stopped beating and he wouldn’t have noticed.

“No… no,” he choked out. “He won’t—you can’t.”

He struggled against his chains again, knowing full well it was useless. He didn’t care. He couldn’t let Mianu use that dark magic again. Mianu had sworn he would never call on the shadows again. The magic was powerful, but dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. Mianu had almost lost an arm to those dark powers. He’d nearly lost himself. If he fell into that darkness again…

Darius couldn’t lose him. Not like that.

“You can’t make him use that magic,” he said almost desperately. “I won’t let it happen.”

“That is not for you to decide,” his captor snapped.

She straightened up, holding the pendant closer. It kept flashing. Mianu was desperately trying to contact his knight. And the mercenary knew it.

“Let’s send him a little message, shall we?” she smirked.

She ran her thumb over the face of the gem. And instantly, the flashing changed to a solid glow. Mianu’s voice filled the air.

“Darius? Darius, are you there? Where are you? What happened?”

“Good evening, little prince,” she said with a smirk.

The panic and desperation in his voice made Darius’ heart fracture. But he stayed silent. It was the only weapon he had.

Of course, his captor had other plans.

Mianu’s reply was instant. “Who are you? How did you get his pendant? What did you do to him?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said the mercenary. “He’s right here with me. I promise he’s all in one piece. And if you want him to stay that way, then you’ll come and meet us. Alone.”

“Prove it,” Mianu demanded. “Prove that he’s there. Alive.”

The silence from the pendant was deadly.

Then...

The woman shrugged. “A reasonable request. Darius, dear, won’t you say ‘hello’ to your prince charming?”

If glares could kill, the woman would have fallen on the spot. But Darius said nothing.

The woman sighed. “Have it your way, then.”

There was a brief flash of light. A single whispered word. Darius had no idea what spell hit him. But it felt like a knife slicing right into his side. It must have made a seeious cut. He could feel the sting of it. Could feel the blood slowly soaking his tunic.

But aside from a quick gasp, far too soft for the pendant to pick up, he made no sound.

The woman clucked her tongue, as though chiding a small child. “You’re only making this more difficult for yourself, you know.”

Darius still said nothing. Not aloud. But in his heart, he screamed out, as though Mianu could hear his silent prayers.

Don’t listen to her, Mianu. Just run. Don’t let her get to you. It doesn’t matter what she does to me, as long as you’re safe…

His captor scowled. She closed the distance between them in a few strides. And she kicked him, hard. Right in the gash she had just made under his ribcage.

Darius screamed. He couldn’t help it. The cry was forced from him as easily as the air was forced from his lungs.

Mianu swore. “Darius! Just hold on. I’ll find you. I’ll get you out of there, I promise.”

“No!” Darius’ shout was more like a cough. “Mianu, don’t! Stay away! She’s going to—”

He was cut off with another cry as his captor delivered another sharp kick. Darius was nearly doubled over at this point. If it weren’t for the chains holding him up, he would have crashed to the floor.

“You’d better hurry, princeling,” the mercenary sneered. “Or your knight in shining armor will face far, far worse than that.”

“If you touch him again, I swear you will pay,” Mianu growled.

“And if you try any tricks, he’ll be the one to suffer for it,” the mercenary replied colly. “See you soon, your highness.”

She ran her thumb along the gem again, cutting off the connection. Then she tossed it over her shoulder. It clattered to the floor in some hidden corner of the room... where it distinctly cracked. Darius winced. He hadn’t just failed to protect his prince. He’d managed to lose an important gift from him, too.

He was a failure. As a knight. As a partner.

The mercenary’s eyes flashed. She looked almost like a kid on her favorite holiday.

“Well done,” she hissed. “You played your part perfectly. Just like I told you.”

And something inside of Darius snapped. He forced himself as upright as he could get. It took much more effort than he would ever admit. And he couldn’t get his breathing steady. He hated himself for being so weak, for nearly crumbling after so few blows.

Mianu deserved better than that.

But he would not show this monster how weak he was. He would not allow himself to truly fall.

“You’ve made a big mistake,” he choked out. “Mainu’s stronger than you know. And he will show you no mercy.”

If he had hoped to intimidate his captor, he was severely disappointed.

“I don’t doubt his power,” she said smoothly. “I need it. Or have you already forgotten? I didn’t hit you in the head, you know. Though that can be arranged.”

Darius didn’t rise to the jibe. He kept fixing the mercenary with the coldest glare he could manage.

And she laughed again. “What a pathetic showing. I’m sure you think your prince is strong, but I promise you, I am more than powerful enough to handle anything he will attempt to use against me. And failing that… I hold all the cards.”

She sneered at Darius. Darius kept his expression cold and harsh. At least, he tried. He wasn’t sure if he succeeded.

Hope and fear warred inside of him. He knew that Mianu was on his way. That the prince would do everything in his power to save him. It would have been reassuring… if that hadn’t been where the danger truly lay.

If Mianu was hurt—or worse, if he actually gave in and broke his promise, if he used his magic again—it would be entirely Darius’ fault.

A part of him truly hoped that Mianu wouldn’t risk something like that. But his hopes were dashed all too soon. It wasn’t long at all before Mianu arrived.

The first sign of it was the cold. One moment, the small room was just as annoyingly warm as always. The next, the air was like ice.

The door burst open. There was a hissing sound, one that was all too familiar to Darius. And a figure stood in the doorway, a single point of brightness against a wall of shadows. Magic curled around his arm like whisps of smoke.

A powerful voice rang across the room. A voice full of the type of fury that only royalty could truly summon.

Royalty… and a very pissed off boyfriend.

“Let. Him. Go.”

Shadows howled along with him. Darius’ heart pounded. Mianu had found them. And his power was already unleashed.

#whump #whump writing #oc whump #fantasy whump #knight whumpee #prince caretaker #used as bait #captured #captive whumpee #let me know if i need to tag anything else #first time posting a full oc whump ficlet please be kind #so happy to share The Boys tho!#theyre both disasters i love them #no beta

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 7 months ago

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Title: Within the Storm

Verse: Fantasy

Summary: Even after all this traveling they are still four strangers. And this storm isn’t making it any easier, is there anyway to bridge the gap between them?

Characters: Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo

Pairings: follow the penguins wisdom he is very wise

Warnings: ha! none this time, wait is that right? (flips through) huh that’s new

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Raph didn’t notice the approaching storm.

Well, he did, but he acknowledged the soft thunder the same way one acknowledged a tear in one’s shirt,: a minor inconvenience, but one that could be ignored. As he tries to figure out how far they would get before the storm officially set in, Leo stomps into his line of vision, barely giving Raph time to slide to a stop.

“Um,” Raph starts, confused., “You OK?”

“I’m tired of walking for today. We need to stop.”

Raph blinks, first in confusion, then to process what Leo is saying. “We barely started out. We need to make it a few more miles before we call it quits for today—”

Leo rolls his eyes in an almost exaggerated manner before snapping out his fan and airing himself off. “No, you promised that you would stop pushing us so hariously hard and I refuse to get my new clothes wet,” he says, gesturing to histhe long sleeveless hooded tunic he had procured in the brief time he and Doniel had been separated from Raph and Mikey.

It had taken them a few days to reunite (a few days he was struggling not to think about). When they had met up again Leo had traded in his royal garb for some traveling clothes, which had been surprising nonetheless; he had half -expected to find the two turtles tearing the other to shreds, not giving each other free clothes. But there had been a definite change since their separation. The stoic silence that he had come to know from Doniel was somehow more pronounced, his razor-sharp focus replaced by a more tired one that often had him asking people to repeat themselves. Leo seemed to hover closer to Doniel’s side when they were traveling. And at night the prince didn't seem to have any more problems sleeping closer to them. Some nights Raph could swear he heard Leo and Doniel talking to each other.

Raph looks back to the group, who have now stopped walking as well. Mikey is happily riding Infinity’s back, swinging his legs and giving Raph an even bigger smile when he looks at him; Raph makes sure to offer one back. Buddy seems fine as well. He looks to the back of the group to where Doniel normally stood (usually they took turns being at the front and back of the group since Mikey and Leo diddo not have as much fighting experience). At first, nothing seems different, but then he notices a tightness to Don’s shoulders that was not there before. His staff was summoned and hanging from his hands, which was not unusual, but held with a tightness a child would have with a safety blanket or an item of comfort.

He is barely given time to explore Doniel’s strange posture when Leo steps directly in his line of vision. “Well??” he demands, “Are we stopping or what?”

The bounty hunter lets out a tired sigh. “Ok fine, we’ll stop for the day.” He cannot quite cover the irritation in his voice as he tries to ignore how little ground they covered. But Leo’s haughty stance suddenly relaxes and Raph could swear a relief not matching the situation fillingfills his eyes.

“Positively blipherous! Let us see if we can find a barn to sleep in—”

“What? No, we have tents now, we can just sleep outside.”

“You’re more than welcome to depend on those tissues to protect you, but I’m finding shelter.” Leo turns towards the Phoenix and her rider. “Do you agree, Michael?”

Mike’s face twists in contemplation before smiling sheepishly at Raph. “Sorry, but Infinity gets cranky when they sleep in the rain. I think Leo’s right on this.”

Raph lets out a loud growl before dragging his hands down his face.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

It takes another hour for the group to find a large, abandoned barn to sleep in. The purple spider painted on the outside wall shows it has been foreclosed recently and therefore will have little to no damage to it. Like every time they see anything with the Matriarch’s symbol on it, he expects Doniel to look at it for longer than is expected. But this time, Leo steps in the thief’s line of vision, and surprises Raph by gently pushing on his shoulder, guiding him inside. Raph looks to Mikey to make sure he is not seeing things. But whereas Raph is confused, Mikey has a big smile on his face and shrugs.

“Maybe they’re finally friends!” he concludes with the optimism of a child as he guides Infinity and Buddy inside.

The large bounty hunter usually finds it wiser to be more suspicious, especially when Mikey is the voice of optimism,. As he ducks inside, he looks around in confusion. The barn is thankfully larger than he expected and has plenty of room for all to lay around comfortably,. The walkway overhead and door seem to indicate that the barn had also housed farmhands. Raph does a mental count of the group.

“Uh, where’d Doniel go?”

“I asked him to look around to make sure no one else is here,” Leo says.

“I- “—” Raph shakes his head. This is bossy even for the Prince, but Raph s too tired to argue. “OK, fine. Leo, Mikey, go —” - “

“No.”

Raph’s fingers instinctually twitch into a fist, as he barely keeps his growing anger at bay.

“Let me guess, you don’t want to ruin your nails?!” Leo turns to say something, but Raph already has his hands held up. “You know what? Fine! You stay here in your precious palace! Spend time with yourself since that is the only person you care about!”

Raph snatches up his cloak and storms out the door, slamming the barn door after him with more strength than necessary. He barely acknowledges the door opening behind him and Mikey’s small footsteps scampering after him as Raph stomps deeper into the woods, yanking branches off the ground for kindling with more force than necessary.

”D- don’t you think that was a little mean?” Mikey asks in a quiet voice.

“A little mean?!” Raph snaps, harder than he means to,. He mentally berates himself as Mikey jumps back in shock, looking at him with confused, soft eyes. He takes a deep breath, and picks off another branch. “Leo hasn't exactly been the easiest guy to get along with today, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“It doesn’t bother you when he talks to Doniel that way.”

Raph goes to pick up another branch and hesitates, closing his eyes as he sighs. “It — it does. Just because- —” he stops himself. He’s unable to find a justification either for why he lets Leo talk to the thief that way or for anything else. Leo wasis a Prince after all. Royalty means power, and even the idea that heLeo is somehow related to Raph makes him jittery with anxiety. But it's that same anxiety that overcomes him when he thinks about being related to Doniel.

A criminal.

He twists his face in pain as he tears off another branch, but hides it with a smile as he looks at Mikey.

“Mind helping me collect kindling, little man?” The child gives him a big smile as he scampers off to do as he is told.

It doesn't take long for them to gather enough firewood, but by the time Mikey waddles back into view with an armful of wood bigger than his body, it has already begun to drizzle. It becomes a full-on tempest that nearly takes Mikey with it. Raph has to grab the child by the ankle and pulls him along like a kite (all while Mikey flails his arms and shrieks in panic). By the time they make it into the barn they are both thoroughly drenched, and Mikey has the faraway look in his eyes of a battle-weary warrior.

Raph does not hesitate to close the door after them and drops his heavy rain -drenched cloak. “Leonardo? Doniel?” he calls into the barn. When he does not get an answer, he growls in irritation as he takes up his bag from where he set it earlier and pulls out one of his blankets, kneeling in front of Mikey. “Here, squirt,” he says, wrapping the blanket around him.

The youngest immediately brightens up as he pulls the ends of the blanket around him. “Thanks, Raphie,.”

Raph makes sure to rub his scalp before standing up again, looking around to make sure that the two are not swaggering into view grumbling. This time the sigh he lets out is more tired than angry.

“Let’s go find them, make sure they aren’t killing each other,” he says, turning slightly and letting Mikey scuttle up and rest on his shell.

He searches the top floor, which is mostly bedrooms and an eating area (where they should probably sleep later), before he goes back to the ground floor. The first door leads into a large empty space with tables and counters, probably the farmhands’ kitchen at some point. Raph tries not to think about all the people who lost their jobs here, lives ruined by an unforgiving tax hike. He sees another door with the sign ‘feed’ above it and walks over to it, raising his hand to open it.

A shaky breath reaches him.

Raph hesitates, his hand drawn back, looking over his shoulder to Mikey’s bewildered, but otherwise calm , expression. He blames the noise on the pounding wind outside before he pushes the door open.

“Would you shut that!?”

The giant jumps at the harsh tone and steps inside, closing it after him. It takes his eyes a minute to adjust and when it doesthey do, he freezes.

Doniel is sitting on a bag of feed, with Leo sitting directly in front of him, Doniel is doubled over as though doing his best to hide within his own body. Leo’s hands are holding his trembling forearms as his gold eyes glare at Raph. He presses his forehead against Don’s scalp. “It's OK, buddy, it's OK,” the prince says in a gentle tone that makes Raph openly flinch in surprise.

“-W- — what’s going on?” he asks, stepping forward. “What’s your problem, Doniel? Are you sick?”

In a flash the trembling stops, and Doniel turns away, pulling free of Leo’s touch and pulling his hood down further over his face.

“It's nothing, I'm fine,” he says in a gruff, thick voice. Leo turns and glares at Raph with such anger that when the prince storms up to him, Raph cannot help but step back. Leo grabs him by the bicep and forces all three of them out the door, closing it and leaving Don alone.

“What is wrong with you?!” Leo demands in a hushed tone that barely masks his anger. “Do you know how long it took me to convince him to let me comfort him!?”

It's only then that Raph notices that Leo’s normally clean clothes are covered in pieces of hay and grain and his hands are filthy.

”What do you mean, ‘comfort him’? He’s fine- — “

“He’s not fine! How can you see him looking like that and say he’s fine!?”

“I- —” Raph’s not sure what to say. “Why’s he so-...”

A particularly loud thunder strike catches his attention. Leo visibly flinches and glances back to the door. Raph sees the pain and guilt that fills Leo’s eyes and lets out a surprised laugh.

“A — -are you kidding? It’s the storm- ?”

Leo jabs a finger into his chest. “Don’t you laugh at him. Don’t you DARE laugh at him!” he snaps.

“I- — I’m not! But this is Doniel, — I’ve seen him jump off giant buildings and fight off twenty guards and you’re telling me this is what he is afraid- —”

Another clap of thunder cuts him off, far louder than the previous ones. The barn shakes so abruptly that he doesn’t have time to brace himself and falls on one knee, reaching back to catch Mikey before he falls. He looks around the room to see the tables and chairs have all been overturned.

“Who- — what was-“—”

The Prince squeezes his eyes shut before turning to grab the door handle again. Raph cannot stop himself from grabbing his arm.

“Was that Doniel?!” Raph hisses, “I thought he didn’t have any magic-”

“It’s... complicated. And right now, I must be there for him ’cause I’m all he has now.” Leo yanks his arm away and slams the door after him, leaving Raph to stare at the door in shock.

He takes several steps back and sits down on one of the few right-side-up chairs. “He’s kidding, right?” Raph asks as he feels Mikey slide off his shell and move around. “There’s no way someone like Doniel is afraid of storms-...” He looks to Mikey in hopes of verification, but Mikey’s thoughtful , yet sad expression sends that hope away.

“I always wondered why Don goes off on his own when the weather gets bad, but the last time we were all trapped in that little cave, I- — I remember sensing an intense fear. At- — at the time I thought it was some animals nearby, but it was so intense. I thought I was going to melt down without delay. Remember? You let me cry in your arms ’because I could not control my emotions. It didn’t occur to me that it was Doniel.” Mikey looks at Raph. “But it was him, wasn’t it?”

Everything in Raph wants to deny what Mikey is saying, but he thinks back to the storms they had encountered since they had started traveling together. Every time they would find shelter beforehand and Doniel would go off on his own under the excuse of ‘"needing non-jerk air’" and wouldn’t reappear until the storm ended.

Was he so scared of storms that he refused to let anything be around him out of fear of these powers Raph had no knowledge of? Or affect Mikey?

His question is answered when he hears a shaky sob escape the room. He leaps to grab the door handle but stops himself from opening it. He looks back to Mikey who is now watching him with the fragile eyes of the child he claimed he wasn’t. Raph knows his next action will help shape Mikey’s view of him for the rest of their lives.

He hurries back to the main room where the animals are resting comfortably, oblivious to the tension and the storm outside. Even so, he makes sure to give Buddy a pat on the nose before hurrying back with his and Mikey’s bags. This time, he makes sure to give the door a gentle knock before stepping in. He’s not surprised that Leo is sitting back at Don’s side with his arms wrapped around him, glaring at them as they enter. Raph makes sure to raise his hands up slightly to show he means no harm. He looks around the room at the stalls of hay and feed and realizes that Leo had been trying to muffle the noise by moving the feed around (and failing horribly). He hands off his bags to Mikey and starts stacking the hay against the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, Raph sees Leo let out a small sigh of relief before turning his attention back to the trembling thief.

The pounding of rain already seems more muffled by the bales of hay and feed and as he steps back, he cannot help but feel satisfied at his work. When he turns to Leo and Doniel, he sees that Mikey has taken up Doniel’s other side, with the top half of his body curled up on Doniel’s lap like a cat. Raph isn’t sure if that will help until he sees Don’s free hand take the youngest’s and holds him tightly. As he is trying to think of how to help next, he watches Leo’s hand rub Don’s bicep again.

“I wish your dad was here too.,” Leo whispers.

Dad? Immediately guilt replaces the satisfaction he had felt for his ‘soundproofing’ idea. Why did it surprise him so much that Doniel had a dad? He squeezes his eyes to quell the overwhelming urge to disparage himself in favor of finding another way to help. He sighs and moves closer, kneeling in front of Doniel and reaching for his cloak.

Leo’s hand suddenly grabs at his wrist with the same speed and viciousness of a viper. “What are you doing?” Leo hisses.

Protective Leo - — that was something Raph would probably never get used to. Even so, he gives Leo what he hopes is a comforting smile. It does its job and Leo releases his grip. Raph reaches up slowly and undoes the clip- on Don’s cloak. Leo finally understands what he is trying to do, and he reaches up and holds Don’s hood, so it does not uncover his face as Raph wraps the other side of the cloak around Leo’s shoulders as well. Raph had figured out a while ago that Doniel’s shadow cloak had the added ability to expand when he used it to shield Mikey from a sudden downpour. Leo gives him a soft, grateful smile before rewrapping his arm around Doniel and rests his temple on Doniel’s scalp without the separation but the comfort of the cloak.

It does its job, and Doniel lets out a small sigh as the tension leaves his body,. “T- — thanks guys,” he whispers.

“Anytime, Doniel,” says Raph soothingly.

The thief lets out a weak chuckle, and for the first time since they arrived, turns his head to look at Raph. His swollen pink eyes are filled with a gratitude that makes Raph’s heart hurt.

“You guys can call me Donnie, if you want.”

Raph gives him a shaky smile, and picks up the large blanket again. He manages to wrap it around himself and the younger turtles before settling in behind them like a protective barrier. He feels them relax against his chest and it is not long before the three fade off into a well-deserved, albeit way too early, night's sleep. It is only a little later that Raph joins them.

It was then that the four turtles finally started to learn how to be a family.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie #leo #mikey #raphael #rise fantasy au #fantasy au #loathsome leonard #mention #family #storm

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twinfell-instaquarius · 7 months ago

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What is Twinfell? Twinfell is an AU based around Underfell (creator @underfell) where the monsters in the underground are very edgy, hateful, and fueled with fear. At first, the monsters were just like the ones in Undertale, but after they were trapped underground, they turned to hate and fear. Asgore was the first person in this AU to fall, and everyone went down the same path as him eventually.

The story of Underfell starts after the monsters have fully integrated into this mindset, but unlike normal Underfell, Twinfell also combines the events of Flowerfell as part of the AU. Flowerfell was created by @Siviosanei, where every time Frisk dies, the timeline resets. And when they return to life, a buttercup grows on their body. The flowers could not be removed as it hurts Frisk. Despite the cruel nature of the characters in Underfell, Frisk remains pacifist.

Twinfell takes place 7 years after Flowerfell happens. (In my AU version of Flowerfell, instead of the ending where Sans uses Frisks' SOUL along with the other 6 human SOULs to break the barrier and free all of the Monsters), he instead chooses to absorb Frisks' SOUL and lets the other 6 fade into nothingness due to his depression and grief over losing Frisk, as well as his fears that even after everything Frisk did trying to teach the Underfell Monsters the meaning of kindness and pacifism, that they might not have learned anything at all. Basically instead choosing to trap the UF monsters behind the Barrier with no way to escape.

Undyne, and Papyrus however, learning about Sans GODsoul and remembering how kind Frisk was, and seeing perhaps Asgore was wrong about all humans being heartless bastards, the 3 of them decide to make a rebellion group called the "Freedom Fighters" where they vow to take down Asgore, the Royal Guards as well as Asgore's "Kill or Be Killed" mindset once and for all and make the underground a much more inhabitable place.

How did the AU initially come about ?

I was fascinated with the story and lore (as well as the overall aesthetic of Underfell) and obsessing over Flowerfell at the time, and I never noticed those two were completely different AUs until I basically did a deep dive into them both. And basically I wondered "what if I combined the two AUs together???" Another reason for it, was because I frankly got tired of the fandom for the most part sort of 'meme-ing' on the Underfell AU and other adjacent "Fell" AUs, I wanted to take the concept of Underfell and make it even more darker and twisted. And also dive even deeper into the whole concept of the Monsters losing their morality and humanity (which was the number one reason why I personally love the Underfell universe the most of all Undertale AUs I've read about and gotten interested in.) And wanted to do my own take on the verse, hence "Twinfell."

What is fighting like in the game ?

If there ever WAS a game made properly for Twinfell, I was sort of thinking the fighting system would be "real-time" instead of taking turns. (Or maybe its still turn based just like canon UNDERTALE, if you are fighting against any of the members of the Freedom Fighters group) vs the monsters on Asgore's side and The Royal Guard, who fight you based on real time.

In the RUINs, it's also turn-based, since technically the monsters are unaffiliated with either side, (some may fight you based on real-time depending how desperate they get in the fight. like during low HP moments etc.)

So I’m thinking just like in the canon Underfell Universe, that there isn’t a “pacifist” or a “ genocide” route.

More of like a Trust, Betrayal, Closure routes.

Trust: Otaku manages to befriend all the monsters and make them trust one another again.

Betrayal: Flowey or Akumu pins the monsters against each other resulting in Frisk getting blamed for it.

Closure: Otaku befriends all the monsters and manages to make them realize the wrongs they’ve committed. Finally finding closure within each other.”

((Still a WIP trying to figure out how this works))

What is the FIGHT/ACT/ITEM/MERCY interface like ? “FIGHT-ACT-ITEMS-MERCY" it’d still be the same as canon Undertale.

FIGHT- Butt heads against the monsters, but when things start getting seriously bad for the monster With them being at the last strand of HP they have, Flowey would step in and say “Maybe now they’ll listen to you” The fight option would be gone and then Mercy-> Spare HOWEVER if you ONLY fight them, it doesn’t mean they trust you, it just means they fear you. Choosing to only fight would still decide the routes.

ACT- same concept, trying to convince them not to kill you by making them trust you. Act takes longer per usual, but instead of Spare it’d be Mercy-> Convince Because by this time they have a little trust in you, and would come around wanting to help you. And themselves.

ITEMS- same thing, except you have a surprise box cutter in flowey's pot that isn’t known about until the end of the route.

MERCY - Self-Explanatory. May change to "Convince" or "Spare" depending on actions.

((Once again, might change later on. Entire AU is still a WIP))

TWINFELL Plotline:

((WIP Still Under Construction))

ALL ABOUT THE CHARACTERS:

AKUMU RENGAI

Both were abandoned on the side of the road near an abandoned shopping mall by their parents at the age 7 and for 5 years they basically lived on their own and did what they could to survive up until CPS (Child Protective Services) of Ebott City finally found and rescued them and brought to an orphanage where the twins lived in for 2 more years and would move from foster family to foster family without much success.

(Mostly due to the Fosters wishing to seperate the twins since Akumu was very rebellious, and was suffering from abandonment issues and trauma, while Otaku was very easy going and well behaved. They thought Aku was a problem child.)

To avoid getting seperated again, Akumu took and lied to her brother to go sight seeing by climbing Mt. Ebott for a "Family Photo" of the two of them standing on the mountain overseeing Ebott City, when they both tripped and accidentally fell into a massive hole near the summit and landed on Golden Flowers….

Fun facts:

The Eldest Twin (by like, 10 minutes)

Has the SOUL of Discipline. (A combination of DETERMINATION and BRAVERY)

Effects: The SOUL becomes rock-hard. Able to bounce off attacks without taking too much damage. (About half the damage.) Though if done, the attacks will eventually fall back down at a faster pace and change color to injure the host at double the attack power it would have normally been.

14 years old.

Very rebellious, and acts much older than her actual age.

Is also extremely protective of her brother, and will even kill both monsters AND other humans if it meant keeping him safe.

Practically trusts no one, except for Otaku considering he is the only family she has left that still gives a shit about her and puts up with her "bad attitude" and issues.

Able to see and use the SAVE stars, cannot RESET.

OTAKU RENGAI

Fun facts:

14 years old (younger than Akumu by about 10 minutes)

Unlike his sister, he's very kind, and able to pretty much adapt to any situation.

Is also very smart and interested in robotics and engineering from a young age.

Tries to stay positive, whereas his sister is a pessimist about most things.

Has the SOUL of DILIGENCE. (A mix of DETERMINATION, INTEGRITY and PATIENCE)

Effects: Otaku's SOUL creates a shield around itself that can withstand 2 bullet hits before it breaks, in which then the user will take twice the amount of damage when hit. The user with this SOUL must thus be more studious in memorizing the attack patterns and be more careful dodging.

Able to RESET, but cannot SAVE.

FLOWEY

Regained some of his emotions during his journey with Frisk

The boot he resides in belongs to Otaku

Uses his 'friendliness pellets' to heal the twins. Each pellet is worth 1HP everytime the twins touches one, they regain 1HP

TORIEL

Makes meat pies out of the fallen humans that had fallen into the RUINS, and stores their corpses in her freezer.

After Chara and Asriel died, Toriel become emotionally detached from everyone, especially her ex-husband

SANS

Let's Frisk take over 90% of the time

he doesn’t get flustered and isn’t always angry, he’s just very tired

let him rest

he sweats easily under that big ass jacket

he’s been holding in a lot of emotional shit, so he’s constantly radiating his powers which mostly affects his jacket fur

is technically the most powerful with the consequence of hurting himself the most (Due to KR attacking him too since he ALSO has LV, and EXP)

Loves mustard and basically puts it on everything even when everyone else thinks it's disgusting or on food that probably shouldn't have mustard on it.

he tried on Papyrus’ boots once and felt alive

Sans says “I’M GOING TO HAVE ONE HELL OF A TIME”

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