#Several sketches to battle everything in life

[pixiefeatherkw3]

[peachypinksoul]

How he shows his love pt. 2

Characters: Xiao, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha ×gn! reader

Genre: fluff

Xiao

allows you more than anyone else. He has never had tender feelings towards other people, but with the appearance of you in his life, everything began to change gradually. Although initially he kept his distance and did not want to let you get closer so as not to hurt you, over time he began to give up on your persistence.

watching you when you don't notice it. He is really worry about your safety, so even if you are able to protect yourself, he still constantly check if you are okay. And if you look around carefully while walking along Liyue, you may notice him at the top of one of the mountains.

returning to your home, you often find a Qingxin flower on the bedside table. If Xiao doesn't have time to be with you, he leaves this token of attention to remind you that he is always there.

Albedo

thinks you are incredibly beautiful, so he constantly sketches you when you spend time together. And when you have time for a long posing, he draws your portraits, noticing the most beautiful features of your face.

is a good listener, so if you have problems that you can't handle, he will always listen to everything, never interrupting, allowing you to vent the negative emotions that you kept to yourself. He will give you advice or help you solve the problem if you realize that you can't do it by yourself.

often spends a lot of time walking around the neighborhood of Monstadt with you and Kli. You try to look for new places where you haven't been before to explore them and just have fun.

Tartaglia

constantly fights with you, but not to satisfy his personal passion for battles, but for your training. He often has to be away for a long time because of work in the fatui and, therefore, he wants you to be able to protect yourself in his absence.

brings a variety of expensive gifts from his lips. Did something remind him of you? It doesn't matter that this thing is worth several million dollars, he will definitely buy it for you as a gift. And no matter how much you ask him to buy fewer gifts, because the whole closet is already full of expensive things, but seeing how your eyes shine when he presents another souvenir, he can't help himself.

always writes you letters about interesting things that he managed to see on this trip. He also notices that this trip was much more interesting and fun with you. Tartaglia writes letters not only to you, but also to his family about you. They are all imbued with love for you, so all his relatives already see you as a married couple.

Kazuha

composes haiku for you, and also plays melodies that remind him of you. He calls you his muse, giving him inspiration and motivation to compose more.

spends a lot of time traveling around the world with you. Together you enjoy both the beauty of nature and the time spent in each other's company. Kazuha enjoys the simple things that nature gives him: the melodious singing of birds, the rustle of dried leaves, the wind blowing, but even more he likes to live these magical moments next to you.

after a long journey together, on a campfire built on a beach, he cooks incredibly delicious fish for you according to his special recipe. And after dinner, sometimes he falls asleep with you in his arms under the night sky full of stars.

[sh4tt3rg1rl]

FRANTIC FANFICS

TITLE: For the funny (is this even for all ages??) FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: sun, gnagle WRITERS: elsie, xeya, tailsbot RATED ALL AGES

One day, Gnaggagngle and Sun decide to go to therapy. Unfortunately for them, the only available therapist is Ragatha, who immediately has a mental breakdown because girlie needs help.

This now turns to Gangle, Sun, and Ragatha all crying together, doing pure crack as they did so. Wh.. do I even want to know?

Anyway, Sun then flared and died, falling facedown onto the table in front of them.

So now a high Gangle and a high Ragatha are next to a dead body.

"wow, that sure did happen, im still depresed" says Gnangel "Lets go kill Jax, for the funny!" ragatha exclaimed "For the funny!" gangle replied

so then the two went and found jax, who was chilling in a t pose as one does "Jax we here to kill you" said gagnle "No u" says Jax 'oh ok" replies ragatha, as both her and gnglea do the family guy death pose and die.

"wow! they had crack on them!" says Jax "im gonna do the crack, and then ill blow up Mars!" Jax proceeded to do the crack, and blew up mars

Jax then proceeded to become the new tumblr secymand

TITLE: Gangle's Secret love FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: gangle, james/mask WRITERS: gummy, tailsbot, xeya RATED ALL AGES Gangle and Mask were at a cafe, waiting on their order. Gangle had been showing off her sketchbook to Mask, flipping through pages, when suddenly Gangle remembered a particular sketch that was in there… Gangle was too late to snatch the sketchbook back, when Mask flipped the page. "What the hell is this?" He said incredulously. "NO NO NO NO NO!" Gangle screeched.

Unfortunately, all had been revealed…

as her life crumbled before her, she sat, watching the terror in masks face, as they witnessed the page. Her biggest secrets, shown to the world, now everyone would know that

Gangle drew herself, KISSING ZOOBLE!

Mask stared down at the BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIFYINGLY DETAILED DRAWING and slowly turned to look at Gangle. "Are you…" they began, their voice trembling… "…a homosexual?" Gangle profusely denied, but the truth was out. Gangle was gay for Zooble. "Gangle.. why didn't you tell anyone?!" "It was… sniffle… it was too much!!! I COULDN'T!!! ZOOBLE WOULD FIND OUT IM GAY FOR THEM!!!" Mask committed a hit and run on Gangle by smacking her upside the head with her sketchbook and ran over to Zooble. "GANGLE IS GAY FOR Y-" Mask was pulled backwards into the shadows by a mysterious ribboned force and was never seen again… Emerging from the shadows was Gangle! "Hello! Everything you just heard is WRONG." Gangle faded away.

"…What the f-"

TITLE: TOP TEN ANIME BATTLES: #1: SANS VS FREDDY FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: sans, five nigt fredy WRITERS: xeya, gummy, elsie RATED ALL AGES Sans was gearing up for battle against Freddy Fazbear. He shined his Gaster Blaster and FUCKING obliterated a dummy. (mad dummy)

Freddy Fazbear showed up in a full blown mechasuit.

What the fuck.

Sans chuckled as he brandished his weapon. "I know your sins, Freddy. This won't end well for you." Freddy chuckled. "you may be strong, but you're still just a skeleton. One hit and you're done. I know you have a limit. How fast can we reach it?" Sans's eyes narrowed, and he pulled a hand from his pocket, his fingertips glowing blue. The bell rang, and the battle began, Sans dodged Freddy's attacks left and right, shooting arrays of bones in every direction. Freddy was hit several times, but this old bear was strong, and resisted the damage enough to keep going. "You're bear-ly taking a hit, arentcha?" Sans, joked, winking. Freddy Fazbear ignored this, and kept swinging.

Sans kept dodging attacks, but wondered how long he could keep this up…

And then he realized Freddy’s weakness… He’s electronic. And Sans has a bucket of water from an old door prank…

SPLASH

It was done.

@zooooble @thecomicallytragicgangle we wrote shipfic about you by the way

[wienersmosh]

maybe an unpopular opinion but the first smosh sketch of 2024 did not hit for me. in my rankings of the new classic sketches it’s the second lowest, right above the bluetooth speaker one.

i loved that they used the cast for this, especially damien and amanda revisiting their team rocket characters, but that’s basically all that i liked. i don’t mind if they want to revisit pokemon and build a sketch around it from time to time but anthony playing ash and ian playing the (now aging) hipster just felt so outdated? and i’m saying this as someone who watched all the pokemon irl sketches when i got into classic smosh and liked them. it didn’t help that they shot all of this on anthony’s deck, making it look like a high school student film. the pokemon roommate battle video worked for me bc it was in the context of them being roommates so it made sense that it was shot inside a house, but seven characters all squeezed onto this deck made it look awkward and amateur.

i know this wasn’t their intention, but them showing a visual of human body parts in a trash can just didn’t sit right with me considering what’s happening to palestinians in gaza. they work in digital media and their content is on the internet, and so are hundreds and hundreds of videos of dead bodies in plastic bags amidst rubble. it just felt so insensitive to me and idk how no one from their crew pointed it out during production. i know smosh is capable of being sensitive when it comes to real life tragedies — ian and anthony released a PSA delaying a sketch with a gun/shooting scene in it when sandy hook happened. i just don’t know why they thought that visual was so important when the joke could’ve worked without it.

this sketch didn’t do anything for me personally and it missed the mark in several different ways. i’m not 100% against nostalgia or them revisiting old concepts but the characters ian and anthony played just… aged them. the cast (apart from damien and amanda) as pokemon were cute but watching them not have any real lines kinda made me sad. if they want to do a pokemon sketch again i really hope they explore new characters other than ash and the hipster. and i hope their scripts are more carefully scrutinized by their team.

i really hope my critique doesn’t come off as too harsh. i love ian and anthony to death. but i don’t believe in blindly praising anything and everything they put out. i critique their content because i love smosh and care about what they do.

[davidfarland]

David Farland’s Writing Tips—How Long Should Your Series Be?

The expectations for a book series is growing.

There is of course a great reason for writing a series. When you write a standalone novel, it may go to the bookstore and sit on the shelf for only two months before the stores strip them off the shelf and return them to the publisher. Just about the time that you think you have a hit, the books get destroyed. There isn’t much time for the book to build a presence, to garner reviews, and take advantage of word-of-mouth advertising.

But if you put several books into a series, the stores tend to reorder the early books in the series, and it greatly lengthens the shelf-life of your books—sometimes taking the shelf-life from months to years. If the series sells well, the books will even be put on permanent reorder status, so that each book that sells automatically sends out a reorder.

Now, back when I started writing, Lord of the Rings had been published as a “trilogy,” and every fantasy author seemed to be writing trilogies. We all knew the reasoning. We were trying to establish ourselves as authors, and if a publisher liked the first novel in a trilogy well enough, it wasn’t hard to sell the whole thing.

But that’s not enough anymore.

Recently I had a movie studio looking at one of my series for adaptation to television and they made a strange request: they asked that I outline the broad story arcs for the first eight seasons, with each season consisting of eight episodes.  Think “Game of Thrones” or “Breaking Bad.”

In case you’ve never done that before, it can be an onerous task. You have multiple characters with different kinds of arcs. One character may be seeking to solve a mystery while another is searching for love. A third is hoping to overcome a weakness while another is struggling to deal with a catastrophe and a fourth wants to save the world, and so on.

With a long series like this, you aren’t just developing one person’s story, you may be developing the story for an entire cast of characters—perhaps as many as a dozen people, and you have to deal with broad changes in history and locations over the timeline.

The goal of the studio of course is to get a general idea of how big a cast they will need. How many major sets will there be? How many characters? How many battles? What will the special-effects budget need to be? Do we need to plan on twenty million spent per season, or two hundred?

And I don’t think that the request was an anomaly. That request for an eight-part series was followed two weeks later by a request for another series sketched out ten seasons ahead.

I suspect that this will be the new norm.

Here’s why: Twenty years ago, Lord of the Rings was introduced as a movie trilogy. It was going to be three films. But when the first film became a hit, everyone—studio, director, and distributors—all wanted a longer ride on the gravy train. The same happened with Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight, then with The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, and so on. Every studio is looking for an open-ended hit. As a result, the final book in a trilogy got turned into two films.

As a result, we got a lesser book like the Hobbit bloated up into a trilogy where even its biggest fans complained that it was just overwrought.

Now, we’ve got a new goldrush in television. The cable channels and networks all want a hit series. It’s not enough to plan a season or two, the way I was doing a couple of years ago. The studios are asking for a decade, “just in case.”

As a novelist, I’m concerned of course that plotting too much for a television series is a waste of my time. Even if a series does become a hit, the showrunners are going to want to revise everything, “make it their own.”

Still, as I’m plotting a couple of new book series, I suspect that paying attention to these longer arcs will make a big difference in how the books perform. It could have a huge payoff.

We all may need to learn the art of perfecting longer tales. At the very least, you now need to think about it.

For more on David Farland’s Writing tips, visit https://mystorydoctor.com/writing-blog/

And you can also click here to get your David Farland Daily Meditations.

[seriously-mike]

History Was Written by the Victorians

or: How Our Image of the Middle Ages Is (Mostly) Bullshit

Close your eyes and imagine a medieval executioner. Without effort, I can tell you imagined someone more or less like this:

Man in a red or black face-covering hood. Most probably fat and shirtless, or wearing some kind of black tunic or apron. Wielding a big-ass axe. Tell ya what, it's bullshit.

This post was supposed to explain how that image came from one Jan Mydlář, a Czech executioner from 17th century, but that claim, stated by one Czech website and repeated on Wikipedia with no actual verification, is also bullshit. And rather obvious one, because Mydlář is famous for executing 27 Czech nobles in the aftermath of the Battle of Bila Hora in 1621 - an event presented in several illustrations, and in none of the contemporary ones the headsman is wearing anything resembling a hood. Better yet, most supposed facts about Mydlář's life come from four novels written by Czech novelist Josef Svátek and published between 1886 and 1889 - even the Czech Wikipedia notes the difficulty in telling fact and fiction apart in them, which kinda proves my point.

I recently mocked the modern historiography as tainted by fanciful 19th century interpretations and outright fabrications, saying that the history was written by the Victorians, and the entire imagery of a hooded executioner is such a fabrication. Along with the supposed torture implement called the Iron Maiden, by the way. So how did the actual executioners dress over the ages? I do recall a post by someone on Tumblr with "history" and "POC" in the username that I can't find right now, and there's also a thread on Quora that answers "Why did medieval executioners wear hoods?" with a long explanation that begins with a paraphrase of "LOL no, they didn't", but let's have a go at it one more time. Particularly that there will be pictures. Yay.

Let's start with this 14th century miniature from Les Chroniques de Froissart, that I picked on purpose: in this one the executioner is wearing a hat that isn't red (by some odd coincidence, three other illustrations from the same book depict executioners as wearing red or brown hats, but still, no hoods in sight). No rule about clothing either - also on purpose, I didn't pick the image where the executioner is wearing a black shirt and grey hose either. Iconography from other sources also has executioners wear all kinds of rainbow pimp gear including slitted shirts and pants not unlike the Landsknechts (and I do remember that the Tumblr post I can't find now also contained several of those images).

This one comes from 19th century, sure, but is supposed to depict the clothing of the Cologne judiciary of 16th century. Now, pick the executioner out of the lineup.

Nope. Not the guy on the right, that one is just a herald. The executioner is the guy in brown coat and red pants. Which also lines up with the contemporary depictions.

Next up, we have a name: Franz Schmidt, the executioner of Nuremberg who worked in the late 16th and early 17th century, shown here beheading a woman for "harlotry and lewdness". In both this illustration and the better-known sketch that shows up if you google "Franz Schmidt executioner", he's wearing fairly spiffy clothing like this blue and gold number or all frills everything in the sketch, and someone quotes books by historians Anna Sunden and Ulinka Rublack that an executioner was allowed to take his victims' clothes unless expressly forbidden (for example, the city council of Augsburg forbade the executioner from taking the clothes of an infamously flamboyant guildmaster he executed).

Even closer to the Victorian age, the executioners still had no intention of wearing hoods, like this illustration that I already made fun of. According to @bizarrepotpourri's research, this is the official executioner of Wrocław, one master Thienel, performing his first job in 1800, which gives me even more ridiculous ideas for a caption, again stemming from the guy on the left tipping his hat. But still - no mask, no hood, not even a hat or a coat.

Similarly, this illustration that @petermorwood brought to my attention depicts the 1820 beheading of Karl Ludwig Sand, a student who assassinated writer and diplomat August von Kotzebue. No hood at all, again.

If anything, the only hint is this display of the gear of Giovanni Battista Bugatti, the Executioner of the Papal States - we have a white hooded robe that would not be out of place in the American South and a red one along with an axe. Curiously, contemporary depictions of Bugatti show him in ordinary work clothes and I wouldn't be surprised if the white robe was intended for some kind of processions or didn't belong to Bugatti at all - it turns out that the confraternity of penitents of the Santa Lucia di Gonfalone in Rome who were tasked with burying the dead back in the day do wear white hooded robes like this, and where an executioner works, there are always enough bodies to bury.

This piece by our national artist Jan Matejko, famous for his portraits of the kings of Poland and the absolutely fuckhuge epic painting of the battle of Grunwald, looks like video game concept art, and of The Settlers slash city builder kind. From left to right, we have two builders, a butcher peeking out from behind an executioner, a senior city guard, two city guards carrying polearms and two trumpeters of which one is wearing armor for some unspecified reason. Okay, so the executioner is wearing a gugel and a cloak, all red everything, but much like the more faithful illustration of the officials of Cologne above, still no mask.

And then, we have this drawing from the June 25th, 1864 issue of the British magazine Once a Week, depicting the execution of King Charles I. Forty years from the last example and what the fuck is this? The guy is wearing an unbelted tunic and some weird-ass handkerchief with holes for eyes that just floats in front of his face. What.

And that's not even the weirdest take of the era. Look at this 1840 colored engraving by caricaturist George Cruikshank, depicting the execution of Lady Jane Grey. WHAT IN THE FUCK. The headsman looks like Dr Neo Cortex in a gas mask and even if we blame it on a bad photocopy, the lighter black-and-white version you can also find online is even worse, because with more details revealed, he's apparently wearing blackface.

"Artistic invention" continues in those two images from cigarette cards - on the left we have a 1887 card from the US, and on the right a 1925 British one based on the costume from Gilbert & Sullivan's Yeomen of the Guard, which kinda absolves the artist as stage costumes tend to be ridiculous like this. On one side, we have a domino mask, on the other a stiff black mask of some kind, both still remaining in separation from reality because it wasn't working out.

You might find similar masks to the one on the right on the internet, either displayed in museums or being sold as former museum exhibits, but curiously they never show up in contemporary art, and neither do some of the more curious torture implements. It's like the Victorian historians and artists misinterpreted old stuff they found, had no clue what it even was (much like the Roman glove knitting helpers) or pretended to have no clue because stating the actual purpose outright was considered indecent (imagine all the well-worn dildos throughout history). This head-up-the-ass tendency continues to this day, as Peter Morwood's post points out in an example of an executioner's sword being described on an American museum's website with several incorrect assumptions, the worst being a claim that it must have been ceremonial because it's pretty - engravings, gilded hilt and pommel, the works. Well, shit. There are tens of extant executioner's swords photographed and most of them are engraved with fairly typical phrases and execution-related iconography, a lot also have gilded or silvered hilts and/or pommels, and museum curators don't usually discount that as "proof" that the swords in question weren't used.

[nightfury18]

Through the timelines

Well, I've been lost for a several weeks, sorry. I needed to solve my university problems.

So, during that I've been drawing this sketch. I thought that I wouldn't be able to draw it, but here we go. Down there I'll leave some descriptions in chronological order for you.

We'll start with the background panel. After several confrontations between Shirai Ryu and Lin Kuei, the first one have failed and everyone was killed by Bi-Han and his assasins. Except Tresdes, who is immortal, but who wasn't able to save anyone because she spent too much time healing herself after being beheaded. She lost everyone she loved, so I decided to draw her alone here. She tried everything she could to resurrect them, but she failed, even being almost like a Keeper of Time.

Next one is foreground panel. After Tresdes failed to get killed ones back, she decided to move back to the past, before Kronika's defeat. She did everything helping Liu Kang win the battle and asked him to avoid the same future mistakes. She gave up all her power and memories to him, so he knew everything that happened. New Keeper of Time restarted history and made Tresdes a mere human, just like she asked, living with Tomas and both his elder brothers as a Lin Kuei member.

The left panel. In the battle with Kronika, Tresdes became a winner and a new Keeper of Time. She already had possessed similar abilities, so she got even stronger. Keeping in mind everything happened, she restarted history and, of course, resurrected everyone she missed so much. In her New Era Lin Kuei are Earthrealm Defenders, and Tomas was one of the champions. She offered him an eternal life as her own as a prize. He accepted this gift, and both of them had a happy end.

The right panel showes an opposite outcome of the battle. Shang Tsung had won and became a Titan. He had Tres as one the most powerful and ruthless warriors of his realm (and a bit insane). Well, he underestimated her and was killed. She became a new Keeper of this timeline, the dark version of herself. She found Tomas and challenged him. They made a deal: if he finds a way to kill Tresdes, she will extract Enenra out of him. They was having a lot of fun time with each other.

Well, it was a bit long, but I hope I explained everything. I could spent more time and even do this sketch in color, but it would take me months to finish. So I'll leave it as a sketch for now. Hope you liked it!

[yonemurishiroku]

I'm in the mood to "make my favorite characters suffer" — Estelle Akia Grayson — orphan.

Jason was killed agree with the canon in the battle with Caligula, Percy being his soul mate, [didn't I say that in this AU Jercy, are romantic soulmates?], withered away seven days after his death, but before his death he managed to take a promise from his Mother on the River Styx to take care of his daughter and keep baby Estelle Akia away from the Greco-Roman world as long as possible.

Sally and Paul take a little granddaughter to themselves and raise her under the guise of their own daughter, [it's really hard, Estelle, — a little copy of Percy with blonde hair and with a sector heterochromia of the iris, — she literally has eyes the color of the sky and the sea], the Blofis family does not treat her very well, considering her the fruit of infidelity, but Paul and Sally love her, but Paul and Sally love her, [although they certainly wanted to live their lives without children, Estelle understands and feels this].

In addition, she is really the daughter of her parents, Estelle, — a very problematic child with severe forms of ADHD and dyslexia, [Here are a few cases from her life; strangled a dog in the second grade, it was a hellhound, beat a classmate in the blood in the fourth, it was a monster], and at the age of twelve, in the sixth grade, the satyr Chuck Hedge found her…

[don't judge strictly this is a short hasty sketch].

.........*muttering* Jesus Christ the second generation is promising--- I'm fantasizing about Estelle with Chuck and maybe Hazel and Frank's child(ren) or Leo's somehow or or Nico's successor (successor bc I would never let him acquire a child of his own accord lmao).

And the fact that you fitted Estelle in the story as Jason and Percy's child instead i swear to everything holy in the sky my brain is frying holy mary---

[san-fics]

Felinette Prompts p.12

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9) (part 10) (part 11)

(Ao3 | Wattpad)

A/N: For those who don't know, KnifeDancer (on Ao3) has written several stories based on the ideas from this collection (amazingly expanding the ideas themselves and capturing my heart), HamAndPineapple304 (on Ao3) also uses these ideas to tease us with short sketches that allow you to peek into the story and want more, and I know Neakco (on Ao3) used one (??) of the ideas, adapting it for the Maribat fandom.

So if you're interested, you could check out these authors.

If I don't know about anyone else's works, you can point it out to me so I could mention you here.

Thank you!

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Akuma Shenanigans

Stay With Me

Felix is hit by an Akuma that amplifies people’s greatest fears, which, in his case, turns out to be that Marinette will disappear and he won’t see her again. Felix refuses to let her go anywhere, and seeing the genuine horror on his face, Marinette doesn’t know how to leave him to transform and fight the Akuma.

Love Magnet

Marinette was hit by an Akuma, forcing her to stay in physical proximity to the object of her affections, which had changed some time ago. She can’t move far enough to transform while keeping her secret, but what’s even worse is that every time she gets closer to Felix, the distance she can get away from him shrinks...

Gost Life

Felix is hit by an Akuma and is sent in a ghost-like state to a world where he never existed. For some reason, there is neither Adrien nor Chat Noir in this world, and Ladybug is fighting a completely different enemy too. But Felix understands that she is still his only chance to return home, if only he found the way to let her know that he is here…

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Random

‘Enchanted’

Felix falls asleep with the comic book he read before going to bed on his chest, and the next day, the comic book characters Ladybug and Chat Noir enter the real world. Felix doesn’t know what to do with them because they are always eager to save someone, and he has to take them with him to his office and introduce them to his business partner – Kagami, who, like him, doesn’t believe in feelings and emotions, and therefore they work so well together. But something about this Ladybug makes Felix reconsider his outlook on life...

The Right Outcome Of Events

Marinette and Felix live the events of their lives over and over again, knowing when and which Akuma and other events will happen in advance, up to the final battle with Hawk Moth, which ends with the victory of the villain and everything restarts from the day of Stone Heart. But in this cycle, Felix is tired of being an observer who has already figured everything out. He meets with Master Fu before he gives the Black Cat miraculous to Adrien and persuades him to give the amulet to him, explaining the situation with the collapse in the end of the whole story and how many times it repeated itself. Master Fu agrees, and the new cycle of events turns out to be completely different...

Morly Gray

Marinette decides that she is tired of the same thing and begins to push the authorities as Ladybug to turn Paris into an emotionless colony so that people don’t react to Akumas and they stop appearing. She goes so deep into her apathetic-depressive indifference to people that she ceases to notice that the world around her is losing humanity in her new regime. Until someone she considered the most indifferent and morally gray reminds her that emotions have the right to exist.

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Misunderstandings

Apparent But Not Real

Nino comes to Marinette broken and complains that his girlfriend is cheating on him. He repeatedly saw them sitting very close together when they thought no one could see them, and he saw messages from Felix pop up on the screen of Alya’s phone, which she immediately hid. Marinette is upset for her friends, but even more so for herself, because it seemed to her that she and Felix were about to move into a new category from their friendship. And of course it has nothing to do with the upcoming carnival she hoped they would attend as a couple…

Rival’s Help

During a school trip, Felix sees Adrien going to Marinette’s hotel room in the evening and staying there for a suspicious length of time. He is convinced that the two have gotten together, despite the fact that Marinette told him many times during their long conversations that she was over his cousin. Felix plunges into suffering over his feelings, which turned out to be non-reciprocal, and the next day, Marinette and he mysteriously find themselves locked in a museum room alone and the girl doesn’t seem at all surprised or worried…

Most Important Question

Alya asks Felix to subtly find out if Marinette likes the necklace in the jewelry store window that her friends are going to give her for her birthday. He and Marinette are pretty close, so Felix does, but when the girl replies not “I like” but “I agree”, he turns around to see that in the window there is no longer the collection of jewelry that was yesterday when he was here with Alya, but a very different collection, namely – a collection of engagement rings. Also, did he just propose to Marinette?.. And… And… Did she say yes?..

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[swan-of-sunrise]

Spellbinding (Chapter Twenty Seven-Part Two)

Summary: As (Y/N) slowly heals from her physical and mental injuries, she’s helped and supported by her teammates. Things begin to look up for her until she receives a visit from two Alfheimian allies, who bear some surprising and life-altering news.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a depiction and discussion of grief disorders, PTSD and their symptoms

A/N: Only one more chapter to go after this! Again, I’m really sorry for the delay, I feel terrible leaving you guys waiting for this but I hope you like it! Thank you so much for reading and I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-Seven (Part II) June 7th, 2016 Avengers Tower, New York City (Previous Chapter)

The weeks following the Battle of Boston were quite possibly the hardest and most disorienting weeks of (Y/N)’s life, so much so that she often found herself wondering if she were truly awake and not still lying unconscious and unresponsive in a hospital bed. But not even she could dream up everything that transpired over the course of those few weeks…

Seeing her friends again after all they’d done for her had nearly reduced her into a puddle of tears, even more so after Loki told her just how worried they’d been for her when she ran away to Alfheim and the entire time she’d been unconscious. They visited her in pairs and sat at her bedside, doing their very best to distract her from her physical and emotional pain; Steve sketched intricate comic panels featuring all of the Avengers and Natasha helped her write funny captions for them, Tony and Bruce talked to her about some of the projects they’d been developing in the lab, Clint confided in her about his hearing loss and happily began teaching both her and Peter Parker some basic American sign language, Bucky recounted stories from his life before World War II while Sam told her all about his extended family back home in Delacroix, and Scott even brought his daughter Cassie along when he visited and showed off his close-up magic skills. The exuberant six-year-old was thrilled to meet her second-favorite Avenger, proudly declaring her father to be her all-time favorite, and she even brought her copy of Charlotte’s Web to read to her. Thor was unable to visit as often as the others, since he was busy helping Elora foster peace in the war-torn Alfheim, but he would still take the time to check in on her whenever he could. She appreciated everything her friends had done for her, of course, but there wasn’t anything they could do to stop the nightmares that plagued her whenever she closed her eyes.

Sam mentioned that she might be experiencing several symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder and one of the hospital’s on-call psychologists officially diagnosed her a week after she’d regained consciousness. Since Sam was a certified counselor and he understood the unusual circumstances surrounding the diagnosis, (Y/N) agreed to begin psychotherapy sessions with him; they talked about her experiences in Alfheim and the reoccurring nightmares that always centered around the violent Battle of Boston, and the symptoms of her PTSD slowly became more and more manageable. Sam often told her that while healing from trauma would be a lengthy process, the way she chose to carry it with her could end up making all the difference. Talking to Loki also seemed to help; her fiancé was a patient listener, holding her hand for support whenever she attempted to open up and wrapping her in comforting embraces when the words became too difficult to speak. He understood the anxiety and fear that she felt, having only recently learned to cope with his own trauma, and he did everything in his power to help her feel safe.

The physical wounds (Y/N) sustained were only slightly easier to cope with; the severeness of her injuries kept her in the hospital for two weeks and the overexertion of her Alf Seidr only made the healing process go slower. Frigga consulted with several Alfheimian healers and together, they were able to concoct a rejuvenation potion suitable for a half-Alfheimian, half-human to safely ingest; it worked to strengthen her weakened magic and in turn, her body gained the strength it needed to begin healing itself. After two weeks of careful observation, she was released from the hospital and transported to the Avengers Tower, where she spent an additional week of rest in the tower’s sickbay under the watchful eyes of Bruce and Doctor Cho before being allowed back to her suite. The next several weeks were devoted to brief physical therapy sessions, to exercise the leg Tarian had slashed open during their duel and to regain the muscle strength she’d lost while on bed-rest; Loki attended each session with her, his words of encouragement and bolstering smiles helping her power through the draining sessions, and the Epsom salt and lavender-scented bubble baths he prepared for her afterwards were an added bonus.

Whenever she wasn’t attending physical therapy or psychotherapy sessions, (Y/N) was resting and after almost a month of enduring the monotonous routine, she started to grow restless. There were only so many books and movies to keep her occupied and while her fiancé and friends tried their best to alleviate her boredom, their busy schedules in the wake of the Battle of Boston made it a challenge. An offhand comment of Sam’s during one of their sessions together gave her an idea and after consulting the internet for a second opinion, she found the perfect, non-strenuous activity to pass the time, one that everyone in the tower seemed to find just as much if not a little bit more enjoyment in than her…

“Woo-hoo, nobody knows it,” Tony and Clint sang into their improvised microphones, and the billionaire did a dramatic twirl before pointing at the archer. “But when I was down…”

“I was your clown!”

They both shimmied their shoulders in perfect synchronization. “Woo-hoo, nobody knows it, but right from the start…”

“I gave you my heart,” Clint’s free hand rested on his chest while he continued belting into the hairbrush he was clutching tight. “Oh-oh, I gave you my heart!”

“So, don’t go breaking my heart.”

“I won’t go breaking your heart.”

Embracing their natural theatricality, both Tony and Clint whipped around to face one another and sang together, “Don’t go breaking my heart!”

From where they sat on the library’s comfy sofa, Natasha and Sam whistled and cheered both men on as they continued their spirited rendition of Elton John and Kiki Dee’s “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart,” and (Y/N)’s fingers flew across the black and white keys of the grand piano she sat at, her own lips curved into a cheerful grin as her eyes flicked between the keys and the two grown men singing into plastic hairbrushes and dancing around the library.

Before her aunt’s death, she loved playing the piano and despite not sitting down at one in nearly four years, it wasn’t difficult to remember how to play; taking Sam’s advice, she read several medical papers that explored the correlation between playing a musical instrument and recovering from traumatic events, eventually deciding that resuming her old hobby was worth a shot. At first, the musical therapy sessions only comprised of her and Loki, who softly hummed along to the songs she performed but otherwise stretched out on the sofa and quietly listened to her playing while he kept her company, but their teammates soon started attending and the sessions quickly evolved into Avenger karaoke, an evolution that she eagerly went along with and actively encouraged. They can use an outlet for their untapped theatricality and I can always use the free entertainment, she thought to herself, her grin widening when she spotted Loki entering the library with a look of amusement on his face at the scene before him.

“I always had an inkling that my life would be strange and unpredictable, but I never imagined that I’d witness two of my former enemies performing their hearts out while my beautiful fiancé accompanies them on piano,” Loki remarked as he sat down on the bench beside her, kissing her temple and leaning back to watch her play the song’s bridge. “If this is how Barton and Stark perform while sober, I can’t begin to imagine what they’d do after they’ve had a few too many drinks.”

(Y/N) chuckled while keeping her eyes on the black and white keys beneath her fingertips. “I suppose we’ll find out at our wedding reception, won’t we?”

At the mention of their impending nuptials, he wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her side an affectionate squeeze. “I suppose we will.” While the two Avengers continued their boisterous performance, her fiancé hummed along to her playing and tapped his fingers against her hip in time with the beat, waiting until the song was almost finished before quietly singing to her, “Don’t go breaking my heart…”

“I won’t go breaking your heart,” She sang back, playfully bumping Loki’s arm with her elbow and winking at him as she ended the song with one final flourish on the keys; the room burst into applause and she couldn’t help but giggle at the silliness of it all before bowing her head in acknowledgement. “You two should really be careful. If the paparazzi catches wind of your musical talent, Broadway producers might come knocking for you to star in an Avengers show.”

“If they don’t, then I’ll produce and star in one myself,” Tony loudly declared after taking a bow of his own. “My old man made some movies back in the 40’s, after all. Maybe I’ll one-up him and put on a Broadway show, win a ton of awards alongside Barton here.”

Clint snorted in amusement but shook his head. “As tempting as that may be, Stark, I think I’ll stick to the private performances.”

“Barton’s not the only other Avenger with theatrical talents, you know.” A smirk crossed Natasha’s face as she got up from the sofa and moved to lean an elbow against the piano. “From what I hear, the Star-Spangled-Man-With-A-Plan put on one hell of a show back in the day.”

With a snort of amusement, Sam extended his arm and gestured at an invisible theatre marquee before him. “I can see it now: ‘Rogers: The Musical,’ featuring the award-winning song ‘I Can Do This All Day’ and the old war-time classic ‘Star Spangled Man.’”

“You guys are a riot,” Steve dryly spoke over their laughter as he walked into the library; he was still dressed in his uniform with his shield slung over his back, but he was also clutching an oversized cardboard key in his hand. “But I’d prefer putting on that ridiculous Captain America USO costume again over attending another one of these ceremonies.” (Y/N) winced a little and gave the super soldier a guilty smile; because of her actions during the Battle of Boston, she’d been invited to dozens of award ceremonies and events being held in her honor but due to her extensive injuries, her teammates got together and decided to trade off attending them in her place. If she were being honest, she was glad for the opportunity to avoid the limelight; she did what needed to be done on Alfheim and in Boston, and she felt highly uncomfortable at the thought of receiving awards and honors for simply doing the right thing. “The Mayor awarded you the key to the city and told me to wish you a speedy recovery.” The super soldier’s eyes softened. “She also wanted you to know that the city council voted to rename Boston Common’s bandstand after your father; it’s now the David B. (Y/L/N) Memorial Bandstand, to honor the life and sacrifice of a Bostonian hero.”

(Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat and gave Steve a tight smile before averting her gaze. “Thank you for letting me know, Steve.” Her eyes stung with unshed tears and to distract herself from the sudden and unexpected surge of grief, she returned her attention back to the piano and absentmindedly resumed playing; she immersed herself in the notes, tuning out the voices of her teammates around her and trying her best to keep herself from breaking down in front of them.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Loki’s hand rested on her back and she felt his thumb begin to move in soothing circles; her eyes flicked up and she was surprised to see that the library was empty except for the two of them. “The others wanted to give you some space,” Loki softly explained as his other hand reached up to gently wipe a wayward tear away from her cheek. “Steve’s sorry for upsetting you.”

“He shouldn’t be, I-I’m glad he told me but it’s just…” (Y/N) took a ragged breath and looked over at her sympathetic fiancé. “Right when I start to think that I can handle losing my dad, the grief rushes in and just knocks me back down; Sam told me that it’s a reflection of how important his life was to me and that the grief has to unfold at a natural pace in order for the healing to begin, but sometimes I think that it’ll never get better…that it’ll just keep hurting more and more until nothing’s left but the pain.” She looked back down and realized with a ghost of a smile what she’d inadvertently begun playing. “‘She’s Always a Woman’ by Billy Joel. Dad told me once that it was my mom’s favorite song; he used to play it for her all the time, said that the lyrics perfectly described her.”

Her fingers stilled against the piano keys and before she knew it, Loki had gathered her into his arms and carried her over to the sofa, sitting down and holding her securely in his lap while she cried against his neck. When her tears finally began to dry, he started to slowly press soft kisses along her cheeks and brow as one of his hands moved to caress her hair. “I’m right here, darling, I’ve got you.” He gently began rocking her while she curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. “You’re grieving for more than just your father, (Y/N); you’re grieving for your family – your father, your mother and your aunt – and the life you could’ve had with them if Tarian hadn’t taken it away. I know that it doesn’t feel like it at the moment, but I promise that the pain of your losses will not overtake you.”

Nuzzling against the smooth skin of his neck, (Y/N) kissed his jaw once and quietly murmured, “Thank you for being here with me, sweetheart.” Her fiancé hummed in acknowledgement and rested his cheek against her head as he only tightened his hold on her. “I just…I wish that we could just get away from everything. The media circus, the award ceremonies, the never-ending chaos, all of it; after everything that’s happened, I want us to go somewhere where we can just breathe and pretend that we’re not superheroes for a few days.”

“Then let’s do it.” (Y/N)’s head snapped up as she blinked in surprise and Loki gave her an earnest grin. “Let’s go somewhere, just you and I. A vacation all to ourselves.”

“S-Seriously?”

His grin widened as he emphatically nodded. “We can go anywhere you want, my love, I don’t care where so long as I’m with you.”

“Oh, my goodness, there’s so many places we could go…I-I just…” Unable to form a complete sentence in her stunned state, (Y/N) pulled Loki’s face down and crashed her lips against his in a passion-filled kiss; he made a sound of surprise at her sudden action, but was quick to return the kiss with an equal amount of enthusiasm. When they were finally forced to separate for air, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear and smiled at the slightly dazed look in his emerald-green eyes. “I’d like that very, very much, Loki.”

The corners of Loki’s eyes crinkled as he smirked in amusement. “Yes, I believe I got the hint, darling.” He leaned in to kiss her again but just then, a blinding rainbow-colored light shone through the library’s windows and caught their attention. The Bifrost had landed on the tower’s protruding helipad and its bright light faded away to reveal, Thor, Elora and, to (Y/N)’s surprise, Amirah; while the Asgardian prince and the Alfheimian general conversed with one another, the former princess curiously looked out at the New York City skyline and even from her spot in the tower’s library, (Y/N) could see the wonderment and awe written across Amirah’s features. “It appears that we have visitors,” Loki sighed and glanced back at (Y/N) with his brow knit in concern. “If you’re not up for it, I can always ask them to come back later.”

“No, it’s okay, I think that a visit could do me some good right now.” She slid off of Loki’s lap and stood, wincing in discomfort as her strained muscles ached in protest; she’d completed an intense session of P.T. and was in desperate need of a warm Epsom salt soak, but it would have to wait until after her friends’ visit. “Could you help me to the common room, please? Natasha put me through the ringer earlier and my legs still feel like sore Jell-o.”

With a soft smile, Loki nodded and stood up from the sofa before taking a hold of one of her hands and pressing a feather-soft kiss to the center of her palm, something he’d regularly taken to doing since she regained consciousness in the hospital. “Anything for you, my darling (Y/N).”

“Mmm, anything, huh? Since you just finished the Percy Jackson series, will you read the Heroes of Olympus series with me?”

“Oh Hel, there’s more of them?! That Riordan fellow is a menace, honestly…”

(Y/N) bit her lip to keep from laughing while he ranted on, deciding to wait until another time to tell her fiancée that along with his Greek and Roman mythology books, Mr. Riordan had also recently released the first novel in his greatly-anticipated Norse mythology series.

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“…And with the supplies and aid sent to us from Asgard, Alfheim is slowly but surely beginning to recover from Tarian’s autocratic rule,” Elora assured them with a begrudging smile. “Prince Thor has proven to be a wise and generous ally in our time of need; the Council was so impressed with the respectful way in which he’s aided our realm that they’ve unanimously decided to enter into new peace treaty negotiations with Asgard.”

(Y/N) beamed in happiness. “That’s wonderful news! Once a peace treaty is signed, trade routes can be established and with the influx of fresh resources from across the Nine Realms, Alfheim will finally start to heal after all those centuries trapped beneath Freyr’s barrier.” She glanced over at Thor reclining in one of the common room’s armchairs. “It seems that we owe you our thanks, Thor.”

“Ah, but it would be entirely unfair to take all the credit, Lady (Y/N), not when Lady Amirah here offered me such skilled advice and guidance when it came to dealing with her countrymen. There aren’t many who can wield diplomacy as well as they wield a sword, but she is equally proficient at both.”

The older Asgardian’s ears were bright pink as he briefly looked over at Amirah, and both (Y/N) and Loki exchanged a knowing smile before she addressed the former princess. “The Council hasn’t been giving you any trouble, have they?”

“They did at first, but they quickly changed their tune once they learned that it was I who convinced the Royal Guard to turn against my father.” Amirah tucked a loose lock of hair behind her pointed ear and gave (Y/N) a tentative sort of smile; the relationship between her and the tyrant’s daughter was only just beginning to feel normal. Despite the obvious mind-control she’d been subjected to, Amirah blamed herself for many of her father’s despicable actions and when she visited (Y/N) at the hospital, she expressed guilt over her severe injuries but (Y/N) was quick to comfort the former princess; Amirah was a victim, just as she was, and there was no way she could blame the Alfheimian who risked everything to do the right thing, even when it resulted in the death of her own father. “And how is your recovery going?”

“Now that my wounds are fully healed and I’ve regained the muscle strength I lost while on bed-rest, Bruce and Doctor Cho decided that next week’s physical therapy session will be my last. As for everything else…” (Y/N)’s grip on Loki’s hand tightened a little as she took a steadying breath and smiled. “Some days are harder than others, but I’m doing better.”

Elora’s golden eyes filled with sadness at her reply. “I miss him, too. It comforts me to know that he’s found peace amongst the stars with Layeia and his sister, but I wish that he were here to see you finish what your mother started…which leads us to the second purpose of our visit: your coronation.” (Y/N) blinked in surprise and Loki stiffened beside her, both seemingly taken aback by the sudden reminder that the throne of Alfheim was rightfully hers. “On Alfheim, coronations traditionally take place on Midsumarblot, the celebration of the summer solstice.”

“But that’s in two weeks’ time,” Loki pointed out and when she glanced over at him, his brow was furrowed in concern. “Surely more time can be granted for her to learn the intricacies of ruling an entire realm before she’s crowned your queen?”

“I’m sorry, Prince Loki, but we cannot afford to wait any longer; the longer the throne remains vacant, the higher the chance that-”

“That someone like my father will rise up and attempt to claim it for themselves.” The former princess was resolute in her words, but the way she was fiddling with the hem of her tunic gave away the uneasiness she was feeling. “Our people have been through enough, your highness, and right now they deserve a queen who has their best interests at heart.”

“But what of Lady (Y/N)’s best interests? As I told you back in Ljosalfgard, she’s suffered through a traumatic experience and should be focused on healing at the moment, not worrying about having to rule Alfheim.”

“Prince Thor, I-”

“I wish you’d all stop talking as though I’m not here,” (Y/N) interrupted, watching as their expressions grew apologetic and they cast their eyes downwards. “I appreciate your concerns, I really do, but I just…” She looked down at her lap, her mind racing to process the implications of her inheritance. “Becoming the Queen of Alfheim means I’ll have to give up being an Avenger, doesn’t it?”

Elora shared a look with Amirah and slowly nodded. “Your duty will be to Alfheim, to protect and rule over its people with the wisdom and grace of all the kings and queens before you. But you’ll finally be among your people, (Y/N), just as your mother always wanted for you; you’ll have the opportunity to learn about your Alfheimian lineage and understand the part of yourself that’s gone unexplored for so long. You’ll finally be home.”

Feeling the eyes of all four of them diligently trained on her, (Y/N) carefully stood and slowly walked over to the nearest wall, where over a dozen framed sketches hung on display; Steve had spent the better part of a year sketching the team and brushing up his talented work, finally unveiling them on the day she’d been released from Metro-General Hospital as a ‘welcome home’ present. Each sketch depicted a single Avenger involved in whichever task or hobby they enjoyed the most; Tony was tinkering with his Iron Man suit, Bruce was in the middle of conducting an experiment, Natasha was posed in one of her many fighting stances, Clint was firing an arrow at a target, Thor was using Mjolnir to summon a bolt of lightning in one hand and holding a shawarma in the other, Sam was in the middle of leading a counseling session at the local V.A., Bucky was practicing a series of knife-flips, Spider-Man was swinging across the rooftops of Queens, Scott was performing a close-up magic trick, Rhodey was seated on the wing of the F-22 Raptor that he used to help train Air Force pilots, Loki was sitting cross-legged and reading the hardcover book resting in his lap and (Y/N) was also engrossed in a book, her legs stretched out across the library’s sofa as she peacefully read. In the center of the arrangement of sketches was a photograph of them taken during their unusual but heartwarming Thanksgiving dinner and (Y/N) smiled to herself, reminded of her fiancé’s speech about their resilient bonds of friendship with one another.

The Avengers were family, no doubt about it, but while she loved each and every one of them with all her heart, she now knew that they weren’t her only family in the universe; she’d spent countless months longing to learn more about the Light Elves of Alfheim, her long-lost mother’s mysterious race, and after saving their realm from a tyrannical ruler, she was only two weeks away from ruling over them as their queen. Midgardian or Alfheimian, the Cosmic Sorceress or the Queen of Alfheim, superhero or ruler…it was only inevitable that she would have to choose to live as one or the other, but she hadn’t expected the decision to be quite so difficult to make.

“Don’t make the choices you feel you have to make,” Her mother’s final words of wisdom replayed in her mind and helped to calm herself down. “Just follow your heart and you’ll never find yourself lost.”

“I will, Mom,” (Y/N) whispered, giving the wall of frames one last look before turning back to face Elora, Amirah, Loki and Thor, her mind already made up as she gave them all a small smile and opened her mouth to speak…

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Midsumarblot-the celebration of the summer solstice

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An elegantly wrapped rectangular package with an attached card is delivered to the Blackthorn City gym early in the morning. The package contains an ornate wooden box of exquisite loose leaf tea and a thin printed journal compiling all of Blue's personal research on Goomy and its evolutions during her time in Kalos. The note reads, "I hope this gift finds you well. Happy Birthday, Clair. I will come knock down your door for that badge one day, mark my words." It's signed by Blue.

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Blue's gift is as unexpected as it is welcome. Even now, Clair finds herself fighting back the urge to just...disappear deep into the Den's archives with the traveler's research held fast in her clutches. The journal may be thin, but Blue's handwriting is small and meticulous, accompanied with adorable sketches of the chief subject. Knowledge to be hungrily devoured later. Clair tentatively sets the notes aside and gazes upon the loose leaf tea--a Kantonian blend, likely, a refreshing scent wafting from its luxurious container. (The Gym Leader can't help but smirk to herself, recalling the sheer extravagance of the Goldenrod Grand Gala. In her mind, fairly or unfairly, Blue is still very much connected with the high life.)

(Un)surprisingly, it's the smallest note that garners the biggest reaction from the fiery heiress. Blue's bold, brazen challenge...a gauntlet drop from several cities over. Clair's competitive spirit immediately roars to life--perhaps a good fight is the best gift of all. Adrenaline buzzes in her temples as she looks skyward, fists clenched at her sides. Another golden opportunity looms on the horizon: the chance to put a strong trainer in the dirt. Come battle me then, with everything you've got.

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I don't recall the time I've fought until I came across myself inside another dungeon. I only recalled entering a cave and in some way, it delivered me here into Dacria. The empress learned me within that exact place in which you identified me under the selection." Gavriel discontinued chatting after recounting his earlier in such a prolonged explanation. He were built with a far off look in his view, just like seeing yet again through his mind's eyeballs the happenings that he had experienced to be a younger little one during those times. ___ ___ kitty's class day and other stories FB website page @Creator_kazzenlx "The beasts ended up also powerful for any fresh boy, thus i guessed I had no decision but to awaken the monster to survive. I couldn't even count just how many beasts I've wiped out until I finally established ft . on top." He paused and Evie noticed him smile. She considered that it was subsequently not much of a delighted grin but rather, an ironic one. "I realized that time was the initial time I saw the skies. I became astonished to my center at what I spotted. However, the dungeon had directed me to another damaging place. The exit taken me towards the not allowed land where all of these beasts resided, so i was required to battle for my life once more. I don't consider how much time I've fought until I recently found myself inside another dungeon. I only valued coming into a cave and in some way, it brought me here into Dacria. The empress discovered me because exact spot where you observed me within the library." Gavriel ceased chatting after recounting his prior in this prolonged explanation. He got a far off look in his sight, almost like observing just as before through his mind's eye the events that he obtained experienced as being a young boy or girl during those times. Chapter 104 - Luckiest "I had been brought into this world and grew up underneath the the planet Evie…" he begun, and Evie did her wise to hold still at what she listened to. Though she could not assistance but tilt her head over to one particular aspect as she tried to know what he designed by that affirmation. She already believed he obtained grown up from the dungeon from what his men got instructed her. But for the fact that he was created there as well, was what produced her cardiovascular system clench and pain. "I don't understand what exactly happened. Why I had been even there in the first place. Anything seemed to have transpired and I possessed dropped my remembrances. I simply opened up my vision so i identified myself going for my life, fighting against all sorts of beasts by myself. There seemed to be no one around me, not one person to help you me. Should I had not located ways to destroy and endure, I would have died there at the mercy of those beasts without other people being aware of. I didn't even know the reason for why I used to be running away or even where I found myself expected to go. I just now fought and fought endlessly for many days and nights. I thought it had been then i have awakened my monster and so i possessed authorized it to consume me… and it was not just once that it took place during my overall break free." Evie glommed onto him and hugged him as small as she could as her tears were still flowing from her eye non-avoid. "I'm sorry… I just… I merely wanted I was there together with you back then…" she cried and Gavriel stilled and blinked for a second before he eventually chuckled and hugged her back. mary mary god in me "I used to be born and grew up below the the planet Evie…" he started, and Evie managed her a good idea to always keep still at what she read. Though she could not assist but lean her head to an individual section as she tried to determine what he designed by that affirmation. She already realized he possessed grown up from the dungeon from what his males had explained to her. But for the fact that he was born there as well, was what produced her coronary heart clench and pain. "I don't determine what exactly transpired. Why I became even there to start with. A little something appeared to have took place and i also acquired lost my stories. I really launched my view so i found myself operating for my entire life, fighting against a lot of beasts by myself. There was clearly nobody around me, not one person that will help me. When I got not found a way to destroy and thrive, I would personally have passed away there at the mercy of those beasts without others being aware of. I didn't have any idea the reason for why I found myself working away or perhaps to where I found myself supposed to go. I simply fought and fought endlessly for days and evenings. I considered it was then that I have awakened my monster plus i got authorized it to consume me… and also it had not been just once that it really took place during my full avoid." She believed that the empress was no less than with him during his time into the dungeon. But he was actually all alone, and what he possessed carried out during those occasions was destroy and eliminate without someone to lean on? Why? "The beasts were actually very robust for a fresh son, and so i guessed I had no option but to awaken the monster to thrive. I couldn't even count number the number of beasts I've wiped out until I finally set up foot on top." He paused and Evie discovered him look. She considered that it turned out not a pleased smile but rather, an strange one. "I realized that second was the primary time I noticed the heavens. I found myself stunned to my primary at the things i observed. Unfortunately, the dungeon had encouraged me to a different risky location. The exit delivered me into the forbidden property where these beasts existed, and i also was instructed to battle for my entire life once more. I don't try to remember the time I've fought until I came across myself inside another dungeon. I only recollected getting into a cave and in some manner, it delivered me here into Dacria. The empress identified me within that similar location where you observed me underneath the selection." Gavriel stopped speaking after recounting his former in such a longer description. He had a far off try looking in his sight, as if finding yet again through his mind's eyeballs the events that he or she possessed experienced being a youthful kid during those days. Slowly but surely, Gavriel lifted his brain, and then he froze the second he observed her tears going like rain from her view. "W-wife…" he caught her facial area, moulding his palm on her tiny facial area. "Excellent Lord Evie… don't cry, my love… how come you sobbing?" he was obviously appalled and failed to quite know very well what to state to his apparently distraught partner who has been crying her eyes out. an a-ranked adventurer’s slow-living illustration Section 104 - Luckiest She believed that the empress was at the least with him throughout his time inside dungeon. But he was really all on their own, and what he got carried out during those occasions was kill and get rid of without someone to toned on? Why? FB web page @Publisher_kazzenlx Evie glommed onto him and hugged him as small as she could as her tears were still pouring from her vision non-prevent. "I'm sorry… I just… I recently wished I found myself there to you back then…" she cried and Gavriel stilled and blinked for a moment before he eventually chuckled and hugged her back. "I found myself brought into this world and matured in the earth Evie…" he begun, and Evie did her advisable to maintain still at what she observed. Despite the fact that she could not guide but lean her head to one facet as she aimed to understand what he meant by that proclamation. She already understood he had grown up on the dungeon from what his adult men got told her. But also for the fact that he was born there also, was what manufactured her heart clench and ache. "I don't determine what exactly taken place. Why I had been even there from the beginning. One thing seemed to have took place and so i got shed my thoughts. I just now opened up my eyes and I uncovered myself functioning for my well being, battling with a number of beasts by myself. There is no one around me, nobody to aid me. Generally If I acquired not found an effective way to eliminate and make it through, I might have died there subject to those beasts without others realizing. I didn't know the real reason for why I became going away or perhaps to where I found myself expected to go. I really fought and fought endlessly for many days and times. I presumed it absolutely was then that I have awakened my beast plus i had authorized it to have me… and it had not been just once which it transpired during my total escape." He observed as if he was literally melting. It turned out impressive that his darkest secrets ended up actually what drew her even even closer him. Not just does she sketch better, but she was also empathising with his former plight and induced her to reduce tears for him. The first time within his everyday life, he actually started to assume that he may have been the luckiest creature on the planet. For the ability to find a lady who will embrace him overall, was truly a miracle! This indicates the gods truly had pitied him and dispatched this amazing treat such as his spouse, Evie. Only a very angel like her, could appreciate and embrace him regardless of the filthy background that they experienced and bloodstream that tarnished his palms as well as potential risks that emerged with him. an account of the proceedings on the trial of susan b. anthony FB website page @Publisher_kazzenlx Evie was calm and contemplative after listening to everything that Gavriel got recounted to her. But her arms around his brain tightened, quiet tears were definitely falling from her eyeballs in spite of how significantly she tried to maintain it in. Her coronary heart ached so negative. Thinking about the younger Gavriel all by yourself, combating endlessly for his existence despite staying just a boy designed Evie felt so wretched. Carefully, Gavriel raised his head, and he froze the minute he saw her tears going like precipitation from her view. "W-wife…" he caught her encounter, moulding his palm on her small encounter. "Good Lord Evie… don't weep, my love… exactly why are you sobbing?" he was obviously appalled and failed to quite know very well what to talk about to his apparently distraught wife who was crying her eye out. Evie presented him a little slap on his back as she cried even harder and Gavriel was expected to rise and slender from the headboard, cradling her in their arms and rocking her so gradually. "Hush now, adore. You don't ought to weep. Didn't I turn out quite full of life and nutritious and am here with you now?" he coaxed when he wiped from the tears which were rolling down her cheeks and next kissing her brow. However within their own head, Gavriel was rejoicing and might not let you know that happy he felt… not because his Evie was sobbing, but because again, she appeared to be sketching better and even closer to him a lot more she learns about his deepest secrets. It had been so amazing she was here crying for him like she was the one who had been through the many discomforts. And here he was, believing that when his tricks were actually subjected, it will serve to drive her farther from the him. She believed that the empress was a minimum of with him during his time in the dungeon. But he was actually all by yourself, and what he acquired carried out during those occasions was get rid of and destroy without one to slender on? Why? Instagram @kazzenlx.by Instagram @kazzenlx.x Section 104 - Luckiest Section 104 - Luckiest Carefully, Gavriel picked up his travel, in which he froze the second he spotted her tears sweeping like precipitation from her eyeballs. "W-wife…" he stuck her experience, moulding his palm on her little facial area. "Decent Lord Evie… don't cry, my love… precisely why are you weeping?" he was obviously appalled and failed to quite understand what to state to his apparently distraught better half who had been weeping her view out. Section 104 - Luckiest AN: Now you can dm me on instagram or fb webpage to assert your hd wallpapers. All you want do is mail me a screenshot of prof of your freedom invest in. To my clients who already got the wallpaper i actually have another release for yourself. Against the Gods Instagram @kazzenlx.x Evie was silent and contemplative after playing everything that Gavriel had recounted to her. But her arms around his go tightened, muted tears were definitely going down from her eyes in spite of how significantly she made an effort to hold it in. Her center ached so awful. Thinking about the younger Gavriel all on your own, dealing with endlessly for his living despite becoming a boy manufactured Evie believed so wretched. "I found myself delivered and matured under the the planet Evie…" he begun, and Evie performed her advisable to continue to keep still at what she been told. Though she could not help but lean her head over to a single area as she aimed to realize what he recommended by that document. She already was aware he obtained evolved from the dungeon from what his men obtained instructed her. But for the undeniable fact that he was given birth to there also, was what built her center clench and ache. "I don't figure out what exactly took place. Why I had been even there to start with. A thing did actually have taken place and i also had missing my memories. I really started my sight and that i located myself jogging for my entire life, combating all kinds of beasts on my own. There was no one around me, nobody to help me. Generally If I possessed not observed a means to kill and live, I would have died there subject to those beasts without someone else recognizing. I didn't realize the explanation for why I was jogging away or even where I used to be expected to go. I recently fought and fought endlessly for several days and evenings. I assumed it absolutely was then we have awakened my beast and I acquired allowed it to eat me… and it also was not just once so it took place during my full avoid." "I wouldn't have wanted to be able to be there with me during those times although," he stated in the smooth but organization sound, "I question I can endure had you been there, Evie. Mainly because primary, I'd pass away of fret just considering concerning how to help keep you alive. Secondly, I might be overly derailed by your appearance that it can be the reason I reduce focus and find slaughtered by one of those beasts." He laughed again while he caressed her.

[erindrifter]

So, this weekend I’ve set up a meeting with some friends. These friends have all agreed to play DnD. I got a story up and running first, so I will be the first DM. This weekend is when they will build their characters.

There are four players, two of them are familiar with DnD, one of them I don’t know how familiar she is, and the other one has heard those letters in that order before. One of the ones who know what’s going on won’t be able to make it, so I’ll be getting his character later. The other three will be making their characters on Saturday, and getting the rules of the game explained.

Here’s the thing. One of the things I’m telling them is that while I have an outline for the pre-planned story, there are no rules. They are allowed to just abandon the story whenever they feel like it. Because here’s the thing that not a lot of people seem to understand about me...

I am a master at making things up on the spot. I have spent YEARS of my life at this. Almost everything I have done has led to me being a DM, in fact. I spent 5 years in a choir, learning control of my voice. I enjoy making environments and worlds. I make a backstory for everything I do. I don’t do things by half measures.

And, I can do all of that pretty fast. Now, it’s not the cleanest thing if I have to make it up on the spot, but if the players decide that they want to get the help of the local guards for the final battle, firstly, they’ll miss the final battle (it’s on a bit of a time sensitive schedule) and secondly, I can just have them discuss their plans as they walk to the nearest town with a proper guard presence while I draw up a rough sketch of the town and make some NPCs of note.

Thing is, they don’t know what they’re getting into. I’ve spent the last several days planning elements of this story in my head. I’ve planned several contingencies, and I look forward to them doing something I did not plan for. Only one of them has had a small taste of my improv skills, the rest don’t know. I’m going to tell them to do things creatively. Do things in an interesting way, and I will make the outcome just as interesting.

Hopefully though, they don’t end up leaving the town to get massacred by the final boss... That would be bad...

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Yandere!Natasha with an ADD!Autistic!S/O.

*Not my GIF.

(I don’t know Nat as well as I know Wanda, but I was recently paired up with her for a Yandere matchup thing, so I figured why not?)

Note: Reader is 18+. I do not condone real-life Yandere behavior.

Warnings: Harassment mention, catcalling mention, murder, torture mention.

Nat has her eyes on you from the very beginning.

Tony introduces you as a new member of the Avengers, one of the youngest, and BOOM! Nat’s completely smitten.

You’re just so shy and sweet; it’s clear to Nat that she needs to protect you AT ALL COSTS.

She’s not the very first to introduce herself; she wants to observe how you react to various ways of people talking to you, so she can get the best idea on how to approach you.

Nat intensely, and I mean intensely, researches you. Your Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, tumblr, fanfiction.net, ao3, search history, bookmarks, phone, literally everything. Her spy training pays off here; you don’t suspect a thing.

She finds out about your autism and ADD through it all as well.

She doesn’t dare to bring it up to you, though. Not yet.

After some time, she finally introduces herself.

You’re pretty taken aback.

“I was so convinced that you hated me.”

“Of course not. I just wanted to make sure of the best way to introduce myself.”

Nat asks you about your likes and dislikes, but taking it a bit at a time, knowing that too many questions at a time can be overwhelming for you.

You’re touched and shocked by this. Most people overwhelm you with so many questions at once, but not Nat.

You try to ask her questions, but she doesn’t seem interested in letting you know about herself.

Little sketch, but you’re so smitten that someone wants to listen you talk about things you like.

She leaves you little gifts, generic ones, but cute nonetheless.

She’ll also do nice things; how did your room get so clean and in exactly the way you wanted it? That’s Nat’s surveillance and attention to detail at work. 

She’ll likely have the room secretly bugged, cameras and microphones everywhere. But as soon as you undress, they turn off and don’t come back on until you’re dressed again. She may be a spy, but there are some boundaries she will not cross.

But that’s not to say she won’t cross some.

Like others trying to get with you.

It’ll depend on how severe it is.

The guy who winked at you at the coffee shop? Expect him to go missing in the next 24 hours or less. 

If he’s compliant, he’ll be set free, but completely traumatized. 

If he steps out of line? He might as well have had his will written out.

Depending on how severe the crime was, Nat may give him a quick death or a slow and painful one.

But then there are the worst of the offenders.

You get catcalled and harassed by this one guy. 

And that doesn’t slide with Nat.

Doesn’t matter if he’s compliant or not. He’s a goner.

Usually in less than 1 hour. At most he’s got 6 hours left of life.

She’s obviously gonna make sure he dies slowly and painfully, but not without a little torture first.

Depending on if you knew the person or not, and if you had a good relationship with them, she may have some guilt, but will absolutely comfort you when you return to the compound in tears. 

She’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, some of them in Russian, and even sing some Russian lullabies.

Now the Avengers are a different story.

These people are practically family to her; she can’t murder them. 

Plus it certainly would not go unnoticed if she did murder them.

Steve and Bucky may playfully flirt with you, but they know you’re Nat’s, so she lets it slide. 

Wanda absolutely adores you, more in a platonic and familial sense, and has basically adopted you as her little sibling. 

Nat understands the pain Wanda’s gone through in terms of family, so this is one she lets slide as well. Plus it makes you so happy to have a big sister like Wanda, and Nat loves seeing you happy.

Peter’s psyched to have someone as sweet and playful as you on the team, so he likes to be around you when he can. Nat lets this slide, provided that he gives you space.

Even if he spends too much time around you, Nat wouldn’t have the heart to glare him down; he’s too sweet for that. She’d just have a small talk with him. Yes, an actual talk.

Tony may flirt with you, but Nat’s able to glare him down into getting right back to work. 

One night you’re talking about something you’re passionate about, and after you’re done, Nat tells you about how much she admires your passion and asks what your secret is.

You’ve known Nat for a while now, and you trust her a lot, so you tell her that you’re autistic and have ADD.

Nat’s very understanding and asks about what she can do to make things more sensory-friendly and such. 

And you can bet she implements those. 

The other Avengers become in the know and also help out.

Nat’s ready for whenever you have a meltdown or shutdown, even during battle. 

She always makes sure that the kitchen has sensory-friendly foods in stock. 

She finds it so freaking adorable when you go on tangents and talk about what you’re passionate about.

She respects when you like being touched and when you don’t. She cherishes the moments when you feel comfortable enough to be cuddled. Nat is a big ole teddy bear when cuddling with you and she just thinks you’re so freaking adorable whether you have your head on her shoulder or just nestling up against her.

Finally comes the day where Nat confesses that she’s in love with you and asks you to be hers. 

If you say yes, you will basically be the happiest person ever. Nat will give you so much love and affection, and anything that you want is yours. All you have to do is ask. 

If you say no.....that’s basically asking for your freedom to be murdered. Nat will sound disappointed, but say that she understands. 

Be prepared to wake up the next day and find yourself tied down in a soundproof bedroom. The only door in there leads into Nat’s bedroom. 

Nat will wait as long as it takes for you to love her. 

But you will.

You most definitely will.

She’ll make certain of it.

[davidfarland]

David Farland’s Writing Tips—How Long Should Your Series Be?

The expectations for a book series is growing.

There is of course a great reason for writing a series. When you write a standalone novel, it may go to the bookstore and sit on the shelf for only two months before the stores strip them off the shelf and return them to the publisher. Just about the time that you think you have a hit, the books get destroyed. There isn’t much time for the book to build a presence, to garner reviews, and take advantage of word-of-mouth advertising.

But if you put several books into a series, the stores tend to reorder the early books in the series, and it greatly lengthens the shelf-life of your books—sometimes taking the shelf-life from months to years. If the series sells well, the books will even be put on permanent reorder status, so that each book that sells automatically sends out a reorder.

Now, back when I started writing, Lord of the Rings had been published as a “trilogy,” and every fantasy author seemed to be writing trilogies. We all knew the reasoning. We were trying to establish ourselves as authors, and if a publisher liked the first novel in a trilogy well enough, it wasn’t hard to sell the whole thing.

But that’s not enough anymore.

Recently I had a movie studio looking at one of my series for adaptation to television and they made a strange request: they asked that I outline the broad story arcs for the first eight seasons, with each season consisting of eight episodes.  Think “Game of Thrones” or “Breaking Bad.”

In case you’ve never done that before, it can be an onerous task. You have multiple characters with different kinds of arcs. One character may be seeking to solve a mystery while another is searching for love. A third is hoping to overcome a weakness while another is struggling to deal with a catastrophe and a fourth wants to save the world, and so on.

With a long series like this, you aren’t just developing one person’s story, you may be developing the story for an entire cast of characters—perhaps as many as a dozen people, and you have to deal with broad changes in history and locations over the timeline.

The goal of the studio of course is to get a general idea of how big a cast they will need. How many major sets will there be? How many characters? How many battles? What will the special-effects budget need to be? Do we need to plan on twenty million spent per season, or two hundred?

And I don’t think that the request was an anomaly. That request for an eight-part series was followed two weeks later by a request for another series sketched out ten seasons ahead.

I suspect that this will be the new norm.

Here’s why: Twenty years ago, Lord of the Rings was introduced as a movie trilogy. It was going to be three films. But when the first film became a hit, everyone—studio, director, and distributors—all wanted a longer ride on the gravy train. The same happened with Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight, then with The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, and so on. Every studio is looking for an open-ended hit. As a result, the final book in a trilogy got turned into two films.

As a result, we got a lesser book like the Hobbit bloated up into a trilogy where even its biggest fans complained that it was just overwrought.

Now, we’ve got a new goldrush in television. The cable channels and networks all want a hit series. It’s not enough to plan a season or two, the way I was doing a couple of years ago. The studios are asking for a decade, “just in case.”

As a novelist, I’m concerned of course that plotting too much for a television series is a waste of my time. Even if a series does become a hit, the showrunners are going to want to revise everything, “make it their own.”

Still, as I’m plotting a couple of new book series, I suspect that paying attention to these longer arcs will make a big difference in how the books perform. It could have a huge payoff.

We all may need to learn the art of perfecting longer tales. At the very least, you now need to think about it.

For more on David Farland's Writing tips, visit https://mystorydoctor.com/writing-blog/

And you can also click here to get your David Farland Daily Meditations.

[everysongineverykey]

I'M DONE. HERE. TAKE THESE CHAPTER 2 THOUGHTS AND RUN, BABY.

so i'll try to go in order here. uhhhh... there's a LOT i have to say. first: toriel giggling sprite my beloved

on that note, ALL THE NEW SUSIE SPRITES MY BELOVEDS

NOELLE YOU'RE SO GAY. I THINK THIS IS PROBABLY JUST BECAUSE I TOLD HER TO IN CHAPTER ONE BUT SHE GAVE SUSIE THE LUNCHBOX FULL OF CHALK!! I LOVE ITTTT

ralsei's, uh... kinda sus. the whole "recruiting" thing REALLY sketches me out. and he looks kinda... smug, all the time, like he knows what's going on.

LANCER JOINED! ROUXLS JOINED EVEN THOUGH NO ONE WANTED THAT! STARWALKER JOINED, TO EVERYONE'S JOY!

LIBRARY PORTALLLL

so before i entered the city there was that pre-city area? that looked very much like the city? except it had different music? and i thought they'd cut welcome to the city and i was SEVERELY disappointed. but then they didn't! just something i wanted to mention

NOELLE!!

throughout this game i went from despising berdly to feeling bad for him to not really liking him again, but not hating him as much as before. he'd better stay the fuck away from susie though

the queen is the best villain. she's the kind you love to hate! she's literally so funny AND her boss battle is actually tough (rip to the king but he just. wasn't a formidable enemy at all lol)

THE GANG CHARLIE BROWN DANCING TO WIN A FIGHT! SUSIE GAINING THE POWER TO ACT THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF WILL! SUSIE FORCING RALSEI TO LEARN TO ACT EVEN THOUGH HE DIDN'T WANT TO! THAT ENTIRE BATTLE WAS AMAZING! THE "BATTLE WON" END DANCING SEQUENCE! GOING INSANE GOING INSANE

the puzzles in this chapter were genuinely really impressive! i especially loved the word search puzzles and the ice-ee undertale word search reference💙

that being said. the mouse puzzles were SO fucking infuriating. i caused poor noelle a LOT of grief with those and i feel bad.

SPEAKING OF NOELLE!! the scene where she and kris are walking through the puzzle, the one that spells "december", and she's talking about when they were kids, how she loved sneaking out? beautiful. the cinnamon tography <3 also i guessed dess's full name was december a while ago and while i guess it was obvious, it's nice to have that confirmed!

also, i love that susie and ralsei are real friends in this chapter! he taught her a healing spell!!

ugh. fucking berdly. so smug and pretentious. i love queen's desire to be as far away from him as possible though

i also like his backstory. it gives his behavior, even if it's still annoying, at least some context. i get the feeling of feeling like if you're not smart, people will forget about you, and that's scary.

ALSO ALSO. GAMER BERDLY. LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT IS PERFECT. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GAMER!" "i only play mobile games, berdly." "NOOOOOO!" like i ADORE that

anyways. time for me to talk about the only thing that matters in this world: suselle. i mean, did the gays win in this chapter or DID THE GAYS WIN IN THIS CHAPTER?? THEY RODE A HEART-COVERED FERRIS WHEEL AND HAD A HEARTFELT, TENSION-FILLED CONVERSATION!

"did you ever wonder why the real susie never picked on you? well, maybe it's because... when you were both new to class, you lent her one of your pencils, like... maybe a dumb one with candy canes on it or something, and... even though it didn't actually taste like candy, she... remembered your smile." okay god thanks toby it's not like i needed my heart or anything

SERIOUSLY. TOBY "i'm gonna give the gays everything they want" FOX IS BACK WITH ANOTHER BANGER LADS

QUEEN'S BOSS BATTLE! ACTUALLY TOUGH, UNLIKE KING'S! AND GIGA QUEEN! I'M GOING INSANE THAT WAS SO SICK AND SO HARD

the way my heart BROKE when lancer turned to stone good god thank GOD our boy's okay

AND ROUXLS KAARD IN HIS PIRATE DUCK!! WITH HIS LITTLE HAT! DEMANDING THE QUEEN MAKE HIM BUTLER SUPREMETH! I LOVE HIM MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF

also!! kris and ralsei's little moment on the swan boat💙 i wasn't a kralsei shipper before but uh... that may be starting to change

it's hard because ralsei's still suspicious but at the same time i love him and want him to be happy. i don't know how to feel

also, if darkners outside of their dark worlds turn to stone after a while, why didn't ralsei? that's, uhhh... VERY sus. very weird. mr fox i need ANSWERS

WE FINALLY HAVE A WAY TO SAVE AFTER WE'VE FINISHED MOST OF THE EPILOGUE LADS. REJOICE!!

seriously the thing that peeved me about ch1 was that the last save point was on the battle stage and if i wanted to play the epilogue again, i had to. do that entire battle all over. BUT NOW THAT'S BEEN FIXED!!

UNDYNE AND ALPHYS HAVE MET UNDYNE AND ALPHYS HAVE MET THIS IS NOT A DRILL UNDYNE GAVE HER A BOX OF CANDIES EVERYBODY SHUT UP THEY'RE IN LOVE ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD

ALSO! NEAR THE BEGINNING! I FORGOT TO MENTION THE LITTLE WHITE DOG DOING DONUTS IN A TOY RACE CAR AND BACKING UP TRAFFIC! THANK YOU LITTLE WHITE DOG!

on that note: "looks like a car. this one has a man in it. he waves at you happily." AND THEN THE MAN'S GONE??? HEY TOBY???

ALSO. THE SEGMENT WHERE THE ANNOYING DOG HELPS US FIND THE KEY THROUGH THE POWER OF WANTON DESTRUCTION. THE BEST PLOT DEVICE!

TORIEL TEACHING SUSIE TO MAKE PIE STOP ITTTTT

and yes yes i KNOW kris slashed toriel's tires. that was extremely troubling. but THEY MADE PIE TOGETHER!!

"leave the chalk alone, kris" TORIEL!!

sans and toriel making egg puns and asgore running in and going "don't forget me, your eggs-husband!" is the FUNNIEST sitcom moment type thing ever. GOD.

on the other hand sans let me meet your brother god dammit i'll kill you

METTATONNNNNNN

RUDY... "who got you these flowers?" "is it weird for a married man to get flowers?" "so your wife did?" "oh, no! kris's dad did!" "...not even gonna try to understand this..." TOBY STOP ITTTT YOU'RE GIVING THE ASGORUDY SHIPPERS FALSE HOPE. YOU KNOW YOU'RE JUST GONNA KILL RUDY. YOU'RE JUST RUBBING SALT IN THE WOUND!

NUBERT! MY MAN!

seeing kris repeatedly they-themmed by multiple characters makes me so happy <3 poor kid... "college summer vacation when" "you opened the door with your eyes closed. you saw nothing" kris....

KRIS...

fucking. BLACK FOG STORM IN THE LIVING ROOM KRIS STOP IT. HOW'RE THEY GONNA REVEAL THIS WAS INNOCENT? THE KNIFE IN CHAPTER ONE WAS EASY BUT HOW WILL THEY EXPLAIN THIS

the staticy tv appearing in the dark and a toothy smile slowly fading into view in the center and lingering there ominously for far too long >>>>>>> every hollywood horror movie ever god. GOD

snowy and monster kid checking out the red door. implying there's something in there. something that kris knows about. knowing we won't get any more deltarune content for 5+ years does NOT fill me with determination

also. gaster's symbolic theme being mus_smile. and the final image in the game being a smile. god. gaster's COMING lads.

onionsan hears a song at night... a familiar song... memory, perhaps? or maybe a certain... four-note arpeggio that's hidden in a sound test room in undertale? who knows? guess we'll just have to wait for chapters 3/4/5.

this concludes my ramblings for now, but don't get it twisted- this is FAR from the last post i'll make about ch2. this whole chapter was absolutely amazing! brilliant! showstopping!! i'm genuinely soooo super impressed and excited for the chapter 3/4/5 bundle!!!