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Galactic Guardians - Chapter 1

This is gonna be stories for my own lad I created based off Sun/Moon/Eclipse, its basically a fusion of the boys fjkgdldfks I wanna say right now before the story begins, things are subject to change about this lad, I changed a few things with their appearance, I’ll explain more bout that at the end and I’ll link its description too

I guess I’m sticking with that as the title, I don’t have anything else but its technically kinda fitting considering Galaxy IS in fact a guardian, in more ways than one

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood and Death Mention

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You were packing up your things for tonight, you had been talking about it to your friends all week long and they wanted to come along with you, you had all been planning to finally explore The Mega Pizzaplex, after all, it had been MANY years since the place was burnt and shut down, Fazbear tried to open up again but they failed for once, Fazbear Entertainment had finally failed in re-opening another place, it was a complete shock to everyone considering how many times that place has shut down and reopened.

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But, even though most of the place was burnt and lost to the flames, there were still remains of the building left, perhaps even animatronics left behind! You and your friends wanted to have some fun and go exploring, see what you all could find in the wreckage, you didn’t expect to find too many things but you didn’t know, you packed up your flashlight, a camcorder, now sure you could just take your phone but you liked the aesthetic of the camcorders better, it’d make for a better video later on down the line.

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As you finished packing your things, you looked to your phone as it buzzed, it was your friends in the group chat asking if one another was ready for tonight, you saw the replies saying yes and joking around, or some hoping they all found something cool amongst the rubble, you texted back a quick yeah and that you hoped you could find an actual working animatronic there, your friends told you not to get your hopes up too much for that which was fair because the place had been closed for who knows how many years at this point, even if there was a functioning animatronic left behind, its battery probably long died out, probably got rusted as well but either way.

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You were excited to get out there and document the place, you had started talking about the rumors with your friends now… [ Do any of you actually believe those rumors? Like, about Fazbear’s? ] You saw most of them didn’t know really but they didn’t seem to be against entertaining that sorta idea, in fact that seemed to excite them all more, Fazbear Entertainment had always been one of the most infamously shady companies to exist, they had their deep dark secrets, more so than any other companies it seemed.

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Covering up most things, people going missing, mostly children it seemed… Weird rumors the place might even be haunted! Fazbear said that The Mega Pizzaplex was not haunted nor were any of the previous locations, that was just some folktale to try and scare off the customers and those stories and rumors were to be ignored, but you all had your suspicions, after all that company had gotten s o many lawsuits, lawsuit after lawsuit, you had texted back [ I wonder how those fuckers ever stayed in business lmao ] to which your friends all put back a lmao, most talking about fraud, embezzlement, etc.

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All of which sounds right up Fazbear’s alley if you were being honest, after a bit of goofing off and joking around, your friends said they were going to go and get ready that they’d see you tonight, you texted back the same and then that was that, you took a deep breath, there was excitement but also a hint of nervousness… You weren’t sure why you had a twinge of nervousness but you simply shrugged it off, you looked up to the time, you had a good hour to kill before actually going, you had all planned to go around eight o’clock.

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You decided to eat some food and then just messed around, playing some video games to pass the time along. Eventually, after getting a little too distracted playing some games, you looked down at your phone and checked the time, eyes widening “...SHIT! I’m going to be late!” You muttered some profanities as you quickly jumped up, grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and then placing your phone in your pocket, you quickly sprinted out the door, slamming it closed behind you, you practically ran all the way to where the building once resided.

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It took you a long while and by the time you got there you were already out of breath, you noticed your friends waiting by the large fence, once one of them spotted you they called out. “Hey (Y/N)! It’s about time! What took you so long?” You apologized quickly “Sorry! I got distracted…! But I’m here now, are we all ready?” You were still taking some deep breaths and your friends seemed to wait for you to catch your breath, then they all agreed, most of them had just taken their phones.

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You quickly pulled out the one you brought, one of your friends raising a brow “You brought a camcorder?” One of them asked to which you grinned and nodded “It’ll make a video look better! Kinda like one of those found footage tapes …Except I’m uh not planning on going missing of course” Your friend laughed at that and nodded “Yeah I don’t think any of us have plans of going missing” The others agreed with that, after grabbing your flashlight you then quickly switched on the camera and started recording, all your friends waving into the device and making silly faces or poses. After that you turned the camera toward yourself, a grin on your face

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“Let’s go see what we can find! Maybe some working animatronics” And then your friends chimed in “Or maybe some remains, oooh scary~!” Another one spoke up “Yeah, cause everybody knows the rumors and stories behind Fazfuck Entertainment, corporate scumbags” You and the others snickered at that, and then you were all off, one of your friends had brought some bolt cutters, they cut some of the fence up in order for all to get in.

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After all, from where you all were now, you could see no signs of any building, er… Well remains anyways, in fact this place looked more so like nothing with just a giant face surrounding the four corners, a large forest had grown here, overgrowth taking over where the Pizzaplex once stood, nature worked in interesting ways, even after a parking lot and buildings had been built, if you gave them a chance or enough time then the plants would spread and if you let them, they’d take over the area…

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You went first, recording around the area, not for any particular reason, it just looked pretty! You tilted your camera up to look at the huge trees that stood tall and proud over the area, your friends making little comments about how pretty this place looked, some saying it was creepy “Mm, a little bit of both to be honest… it’s pretty and creepy” You spoke up as you then continued looking around, for the most part there was nothing and then your friends suggested a split up, one of them making a face in response to that.

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“...Do you want us to die? That’s such a bad move, literally every horror movie proves that!” The other rolled their eyes, playfully pushing the other “Oh lighten up, this isn’t a horror movie…! You watch too many of those, besides, we’ll cover more ground, probably find this place faster too” You nodded “Sounds good to me” Everyone else agreed much to the horror movie junkie’s dismay, you all split up in different directions, you continued on ahead in the direction you had already been walking, pointing your camera back to your face.

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You began to just talk about the rumors to the camera, telling the stories of Fazbear Entertainment, just going on a full ramble about the place as the camera recorded, it’d give others any context if you ever uploaded this video who might not know anything about the company, overall, the walk was incredibly boring, you heard a few things rustling in the bushes that had startled you, prompting you to quickly turn your camera only to find some squirrels messing around, or the occasional Raccoon, or multiple more like, glowing eyes falling on your which you wouldn’t deny.

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It unnerved you to have their eyes on you but they never stayed too long, quickly heading back into the forest, you eventually sighed, laughing slightly “I’m way too jumpy, I swear…” …Oh well, it’d look funny on camera later, you walked around and found literally nothing, not even any scraps of the building or animatronics, you were growing frustrated, even venting your frustrations a bit to the camera.

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“I’m just gonna turn this thing off til we find something, don’t wanna waste battery” You told the camera before pointing it back toward you, giving a wave before finally switching it off, you then quickly switched the flashlight on so you could actually see, shining the light around, it was just more forest… Large trees looming over you, the place was very much overgrown, that much was obvious, vines and plants of all kind overtook this area long ago, nobody bothered to trim it down, there really was no point in it.

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Especially since Fazbear’s wouldn’t be re-opening or anything like that, or well not any time soon anyways, you had a funny feeling eventually they would try again but not for a long while, either way, you didn’t care, you just came out here for the adventure really, you didn’t care about getting dirt on Fazbear Entertainment, they had enough dirt on them anyways, you just thought it’d be cool to find any remains of the place, especially an animatronic, you wanted to see one up close and personal.

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After a long bit of walking, you saw one of your friends in the distance, waving you over, you quickly ran over to them “Something wrong?” They seemed excited, a large grin on their face “Found it, come on! I already got the others, I just came out here to find you!” You grinned now, excited “Sweet!” You quickly switched your camera on, pointing it over to your friend who grabbed at it, just holding it “Found it, you fuckers ready to see some fun shit finally? Instead of just forest and animals, well you better be!”

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Your friend exclaimed, releasing the camera, you laughed a little as they quickly sped off, you chasing behind them, the camera bouncing up and down much like one of those found footage type shows, running when the monster is after them, except this was just out of excitement, you didn’t expect to see any monsters at all, after all… It was just a place with a bunch of robots, nothing monstrous about robots! Eventually the both of you finally made it to the place in question, you gasped as you tilted your camera up, there were actually some rather large remains to the building, some bits looked like pillars even!

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“Woah… Holy shit…!” You muttered, making sure to zoom your camera in so it could see the biggest part of the building, it looked like a chunk of it had been removed even, like someone just took a whole chunk from the building and placed it here, it was so bizarre, completely out of place… One of your friends went closer to investigate what was behind it, because the outside of it was just pure black, you heard a gasp “Guys! Come look at this!” They shouted, which caught everyone’s attention, all of you quickly speeding over, your eyes widened slightly at what was behind this, you scanned over the structure with your camera.

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Zooming in and out on the occasion “What… What is it…?” You questioned, walking toward the thing, one of your friends calling out for you to be careful as you approached the large remains of the building, you needed to get a closer look, as you stepped closer, you noticed bits and pieces scattered around, some bar looking items, what looked like they used to be… Playmats…? And some plushies even remained, granted most of them had pieces charred off and stuffing blowing around, there was a thing that even looked to be a slide and that’s when it hit you

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“...I think this used to be the Daycare!” You called out as you continued to film the surrounding area, making sure you got everything, even shining your flashlight on it to get a better look “...It’s definitely seen better days though, holy shit… Most of it is charred to a crisp” All of your friends began approaching, looking around themselves, their phones out to record the area.

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“A Daycare? …Weird… …I don’t think I’d uh, entrust any kids to a place like this, not after all the shit I heard” One of your friends chimed in to which you chuckled at “No w a y, I’d never trust Fazbear’s with a child…! The place was way too dangerous” You spoke up to which your friend agreed at, they looked the place up and down and hummed “Ya know, the way it's positioned and the way it looks right now, it reminds me of one of those dollhouses, ya know, the ones you can open up that have like, different rows, it… Actually… Hang on, (Y/N), look at that” They ran up to the building even closer, you ran alongside them, looking confused

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“What is it?” Your friend quickly spoke up “...It… It looks like something jammed some flooring into the building, like… Almost like building a bookshelf sorta deal! It looks like they were being extra mindful not to break it entirely as they did so, after all, a burnt building isn’t the most stable… And over here! It looks like… Stairs…?” You were in complete awe as you walked over with your friend, scanning your camera over the shelf-like flooring along with the stairs.

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“...Wha…What coulda done this? Don’t you think it was just always like this?” Your friend shook their head “...I don’t think so, it wouldn’t make sense to design something like that, plus… Whatever was used for flooring and the stairs… It isn’t burnt! In fact it looks… Somewhat new, recent even” …You felt a shiver go up your spine, you felt nervous but excited, there was a pay off after all! You noticed there was a hole in the floors, purposefully made for the stairs to keep leading up until it was at the very top, you somewhat headed up the stairs before pausing and looking back to your friend “You coming with, orrr… Looking elsewhere?” They laughed “Nah, I’m good down here, you go have fun! …Unless of course you’re… S c a r e d to go by yourself~” They teased, to which you rolled your eyes at

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“Oh p l e a s e… I’m not scared of some charred up building, not even with this… New floors or stairs, there’s gotta be a reasonable explanation” Your friend raised a brow “Oh like what, some of the corporate scumbags came back here JUST to do THAT? Nah, maybe there’s something out there! Maybe an actual animatronic that you wanted!” It was your turn to raise a brow now “...The animatronic would literally have to be like, giant or some shit to do something like this!” Your friend then spoke up “Well actually, there were some really tall animatronics, there was a literal giant one, I think it was uh… Music Man or something like that? I don’t remember really, they advertised so much it was hard to keep up with” You nodded “Well, I’m going on ahead” Your friend wished you good luck and then you headed up the stairs finally.

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Slowly but surely as you climbed the stairs, as you got to the first upper level you noticed the hole the stairs protruded from, it seemed like it was burnt…? As in, burnt to create the hole in the first place, you filmed it and then spoke up to your camera “Woah… This place is so cool…” You walked over to what you assumed would have once been a play structure, it was charred completely but it looked like something had been trying to keep it from falling down over the years, you felt nervous…

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The burned in holes, the shelf-like flooring shoved into the building, all of that seemed… Fresh, too fresh, it seemed like something or someone was still taking care of the remains of this place, technically speaking you knew that none of you were really supposed to come in here in the first place, after all, the large fence surrounding the place had been put up for a reason, to keep trespassers out.

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You continued up the stairs, the third level contained a bunch of drawings, some of them intact only with burnt edges while others were burnt pretty badly that became unintelligible. You couldn’t see the drawings but then you pointed your camera to the one drawing that was somewhat intact “...Su…Sun…?” You began, looking over the picture of what looked to be a sun themed animatronic and then to the next “...Moon…” Of course the other was a moon themed animatronic and then finally you saw another one…

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It looked a bit scary, the grin unnerving as could be, you saw the name Ecl but it was then scribbled out and ‘Solar’ was put in its place, it wasn’t that hard to put two and two together “...S-Solar Eclipse…?” You gasped when you felt a rumbling sensation, it startled you and almost caused you to fall. You had been scared that perhaps the building was close to collapsing but soon enough, as quickly as it began, the rumbling ended.

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You sighed in relief, glancing one more time at the drawing “...Sun, Moon, and Eclipse… …Seems fitting enough” You mumbled, you wondered if they were still here, despite being a bit on edge now you felt a twinge of excitement in the possibility there were some animatronics still left over, you continued up the stairs and to the fourth and final bit of the remains of the daycare, there were more drawings, more plushies, but also what seemed to be like the security desk, or well the remains of it anyways, you saw monitors there, none of them worked of course because why would they

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They are god knows how old and have been without any sort of power since the place burnt down! You walked over, picking up a plush of Sun and inspecting it first, some of the rays were torn off, you saw charred marks where they once were, then you picked up a Moon plush, the cap had been burnt up a little ways and then it was missing an arm, and then finally you saw a plushie of Eclipse, you hadn’t seen too many of those lying around.

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The plush looked somewhat… Melted…? You squinted at it, coming closer, you didn’t dare pick it up as you shined your flashlight on it and that’s when you realized, this just happened recently… You could smell the melting fabric, it was… Well it was just straight up gross, you stumbled back, someone or something had melted this plush recently and that’s when you finally decided “...Alright, I got enough… Ti-” And that’s when you froze, you heard a high pitched screaming sound, you saw birds flying up into the sky, it was so much easier to see from this height, you could see a good distance, but the view was the last thing on your mind, that scream belonged to one of your friends, before you could even think about getting down, that loud rumbling came back, what WAS that…?!

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You listened closer to try and find out what it was and then you realized… Thump thump thump, fast paced, mechanical, h e a v y, large footsteps… It was footsteps, and whatever it was, it was running, FAST! You quickly stood up, you were about to run and get down but then a loud roar echoed throughout the forest, it sounded garbled, robotic, you felt your hair standing up, goosebumps forming up and down your arms. You could feel yourself growing more and more nervous by the second, you looked down, surveying over your panicked friends “RUN! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!”

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The one that emerged from the direction of that awful roar sounded off, running past them, they all looked confused before suddenly, some trees were pushed over to the sides, those once huge trees now shoved aside as if they weighed nothing which they probably didn’t compared to the beast you were seeing now… It had to be fifty foot tall, it was an amalgamation of animatronics, melded together, no… Almost melted together it seemed, three heads which you recognized from the drawings.

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Sun… Moon… And Eclipse… You didn’t even know how to process what you were seeing… The only bits you noticed at first were the two missing rays, their body sparking which caused them to garble out some noise, almost seemed like… Pain? You couldn’t believe what you were even seeing right now, this felt completely unreal, you saw was spotlight-like eyes beaming down on all your friends, the Moon’s were red with white pupils in the middle, Sun’s were blue, and then Eclipse’s were just dark orange voids, his pupils are red and you swore you saw little flakes of white in its eyes, the three heads melded together on some poles, it looked almost akin to Cerberus…

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The monster glared down at your friends, baring teeth, Moon’s being razor sharp while Eclipse’s were all needle-like and jagged, Sun had normal teeth but that still didn’t stop the piercing terror that froze you to the floor… You watched your friends scrambling to try and get away, they were all crying and sobbing as the lights fixated on them, the Moon one grabbed a few of your friends causing them to cry and scream out for help.

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Some of the others had gotten away, while the giant animatronic had managed to grab at least four of them, the Moon had two and then the Sun had two more, meanwhile the middle… Eclipse had grabbed no one, just looking toward Sun and Moon confused, first thing it noticed was Moon’s broken giggling, static overlapping along with some glitches in between and then it looked over to Sun who seemed angry at first, except it seemed like a scolding kind of anger, scolding them as if they were children that got caught doing something wrong… You watched this play out.

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Watching in horror as Moon lifted both your friends up by their shirt collars with the slightest of ease, he slowly opened his mouth, a tongue lolling out to the side which caused your friends to scream and cry even louder, this made Eclipse’s eyes seemingly widen as he made a garbled noise to Sun who looked over, confused before his eyes widened as well, he yelled out to the other, it was unintelligible due to the overlapping static and glitches that plagued their voice boxes, it was more than likely broken.

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Moon hissed, glaring over at the others momentarily, he noticed the disapproving looks in their eyes… He then looked back down to your friends who were still crying, begging to be let go, apologizing for… One reason or another, you swore you heard the Moon hum slightly almost as if it was contemplating before growls sounded from the others and then they huffed, setting the humans down and snarling loudly at them, as if they weren’t already planning to leave.

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Then Sun set the others down after wagging a finger at them, one of your friends glanced up to the remains of the daycare, you looked down at them, eyes locking, they looked scared not only for themselves but for you too it seemed, before they could even attempt to rescue you, the other grabbed their hand and took off, all your friends had left… You… You felt completely frozen but you needed to move, you HAD to move! To run! You had filmed none of this, only the noises were caught but that was good enough for you.

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You forced yourself to stand, body fighting against the fear you felt and then you booked it, flying down the stairs practically as fast as your body could physically manage, you had turned your flashlight off so you wouldn’t be spotted as easily and just looked where you were going via the camera, after jumping once down at the final steps you quickly ran away from the building, you heard something that sounded like a sigh, or a huff even, you heard what sounded like steam coming from behind you.

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…Now you knew you needed to get out of here and you were going to but… One quick shot of the creature wouldn’t hurt, plus it could be used as actual evidence in case you needed it, after all nobody would believe you all if you just said a giant animatronic was chasing you! Despite how much your head screamed at you to just keep going, it’d only take one second…! You spun around, slowly tilted your camera up to catch the other in its entirety, from its multiple legs, to its multi-torso, to its multi arms, and then finally the multiple heads…

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The giant creature seemingly looking up to the starry sky, almost longingly it seemed, you blinked in surprise as it reached up, reaching for the sky, the stars, maybe even the actual moon itself. After catching the animatronic on camera, you then turned back around to continue running, your foot stepped on a left over plushie, this caused you to not only fall but it also let out a squeak as well, you made sure not to bust your camcorder as you fell but that was the very least of your problems right now…

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Suddenly, an array of colors shone down on you, a somewhat colorful yet ominous spotlight, you felt completely exposed, tears pricking at your eyes because you knew they were looking at you, you could feel their eyes piercing through your body and soul, you turned around somewhat, locking eyes with the three of them and you noticed they looked taken aback by you… For a few moments the both of you stayed still, eyes locked on each other, the only movement by the animatronic was the occasional sparking that seemed to cause them to flinch but it seemed like it couldn’t be helped.

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The animatronic just stared down at you, no growling, hissing, or anger however… They seemed rather curious in fact… And then… It reached out its hands to you, well except for Eclipse, you screamed which caused them to jolt back and then you got up and booked it, you had no idea where you were going but only a few minutes later could you heard giant footsteps booming, seemingly following you, you didn’t dare look back this time, you didn’t dare sneak a glance behind you, in fear of what you might see, because it was close, every step it took just seemed to get closer and closer to you.

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You were full on crying at this point, your body was shaking, you felt like you were absolutely going to die this night, you didn’t blame your friends, in fact, none of them knew you had gone up there except for that one and before they could even try anything, their hand was grabbed, you saw the look they gave you… You cried out for help, as if anyone could hear you this deep into the forest, you screamed, cried, and begged.

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You realized you had no idea where you were going either but it didn’t matter, after all, the place was encased in fencing, if you could just get to the fence fast enough and climb over you’d be free, you’d be safe! …You hoped anyways, either way you continued running in the direction, your legs felt like they were on fire, they hurt from running so fast but you didn’t dare slow down, you noticed the footsteps weren’t as loud meaning you must’ve been gaining some distance or the animatronic had maybe lost interest.

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You were hoping anyways because all you could think of is that thing tearing you apart, treating you like a plaything, or eating you or SOMETHING! You didn’t know what it wanted to do, after all, that Moon animatronic… He looked like he was about to eat your friends then and there, you weren’t going to risk that, you continued running despite your body screaming at you to take a break, man… If you lived to see another day, the video from the camcorder would be disorienting as hell, you supposed at the very least it really was going to give it a found footage type vibe.

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…You just hoped you weren’t going to go missing like all those videos ended, the footsteps were still present, booming but they were in the distance, they weren’t too close to you, you continued running in hopes of getting to the fence and getting out of here but before you knew it, once more you had ended up flat on your stomach, a branch had caught your ankle, you yelled out in pain upon falling down, you could feel it, your ankle was twisted thanks to that branch, not only that but you felt thorns pricking at you.

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Some seemed to be embedding into your skin thanks to that fall, and then finally your camera had landed somewhat in front of you, it was just out of your reach, tears fell from your eyes, sobs racking your body, the pain coursing through you right now was excruciating, pain from not only running like you were but now the pain of a twisted ankle and then thorns buried into your skin, you could feel blood running down the wounds.

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And then you heard it, those god awful thunderous crashes of footsteps, they were coming right this way, you tried not to move too much thanks to the thorns but sobs made you shake, you remembered wanting to find a functioning animatronic but… Not like this, you didn’t want this night to end up like this! This was just supposed to be a fun little adventure, you and your friends being silly, having a good time, laughing and having fun! Not… Not this, you shouldn’t have stopped to film the creature either, you should’ve just kept running, it’d be better than this current predicament.

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You thought about your friends again as the footsteps continued getting closer and closer with each passing second, you looked toward the camera, stifling a sob long enough so you could speak “I-I’m… I’m sorry… Guys… I-If you ever find my camera… I wa… f-fuck…” You hissed in pain and you could feel yourself growing a bit woozy from blood loss “Want you to know… O-One thing… I-I love you all… T-Take care of yourselves” And then, the footsteps were as loud as they could be…

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You saw the lights beaming down directly onto you, you didn’t even bother looking up, you just squeezed your eyes shut and cried, this was it, you were going to die here… The last thing the camera caught before the battery drained was the sounds of your screams, you did at least try to beg for your life so it caught that too, you knew it was no use of course and then you were being picked up by said creature, the camera then went completely static, meaning only one thing… Your tape ends there. . . …Or does it?

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(Literally I don’t think anyone will get the reference im making at the end here …exclude the or does it part, I, myself, just threw that one in there for funsies and to also let others know this’ll be a chaptered series, but who knows I could be wrong, if anybody knows the reference I’ll be surprised tbh!

Either way I made some changes to Gala’s design, they are now 50ft instead of just 20ft bc I wanted a bigger lad and they are also more melted together than what I put in their description, the basic thing I can tell y’all for those who don’t know, one night I just said fuck it

I wanna design my own kinda fusion lad and thus Galaxy was born I’ll give a link to his desc but likewise, things are subject to change about him, even his desc in this somewhat apparently)

Here’s the l a d: https://cryptidofthekeys.tumblr.com/post/689533527605362688/galaxy

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf solar eclipse #reader insert #tw blood #tw death mention #Galaxy #The Cryptid's Writings

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Hey Mimi… how did emetkoto meet/what were they like? I still haven’t finished post-shb so I don’t know a WHOLE lot about the lore pre all the worlds splitting but I’m curious about their early dynamic whether that’s during shb or back in the #old days

oh boy since you havent finished shb post patches and i assume endwalker i shall refrain from talking about A Certain Thing but I can still answer this just fine without it so <3

k'oto met emet-selch the same way every wol does during shb, thats one part of their story that stays the same lol, k'oto defeats titania and returns t othe crystarium and there he is to introduce himself and be a bastard as he is like to do! there was always a weir dtension between them, they were sorta drawn to each other for azem reasons and other reasons i cant talk about without spoiling endwalker but yeah even though they were kind of gently antagonizing each other they couldn't help but try and hear each other out..any dialogue option where the scions ask wol what they think about emet selch and the stuff hes saying k'oto is always "i believe him and/or trust him for some reason" even before they were like. full on in love <3 K'oto tried really hard to ignore that he was like gently crushing on him but emet-selch was always subtly flirting with him and making it really hard to like even before their first night together emet was always doing that thing where he touches k'oto in little subtle ways to get a reaction out of him and looking at and speaking to him in a very Certain Way that was impossible for k'oto to ignore and thats why it just kept building and building until that night emet saved y'shtola and k'oto just couldnt take it anymore and called himto his room <3 tldr enemies to hate fucking to lovers extremely quickly bc theyre soulmates :)

i honestly dont think too much about apollo bc i consider him and k'oto different characters…like yeah whatever theyre technically the same guy the only difference being sundering but WHATEVER….he and hades' story is pretty borning compared to emetkoto, they were just kinda childhood friends who met while attending whatever school ancient children went to who met when apollo decided he wanted to befriend the weird grumpy loner and started forcing himself into his life until it worked and htey became inseprable lol! somewhere along the line they met hythlodaeus and he joined hte group but it was always kinda hades/apollo and then also hyth. they werent a throuple really, hyth was a casual but otherwise uninvolved third who was happy watching his friends be in love :) apollo and hades were married after graduating and were soul bonded and all that until the final days when apollo peaced out for whatever reason idk (again i have trouble attaching to characters who have been dead and gone long before the story even starts so his story is prety ????) and they kinda broke up pretty dramatically!

(with the mic so close to my mouth it might as well be in it) but none of that matters bc emet-selch loves k'oto as he is right now this moment azem and everything aside and in bad end he goes out of his way to make sure k'oto doesnt return to being apollo when hes fully rejoined bc he wants K'OTO

#words of mimi #emetkoto

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chelleztjs18 · 2 years

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I'm great actually! These past few weeks have felt like a dream and I really can't get enough of it :)

Oh no D: I'm sorry to hear that! That all sounds draining and shitty in general tbh

Ah same, I hate summer with a passion simply because of the heat. I can't stand it so I'm stoked that summer is ending as well! I've always loved thunderstorms, so that actually sounds super dope. I'm still in Michigan (I think I told you? I'm not sure either lol) but it rains a lot here and I always enjoy it :)

I'm a little sad to see Lost In Assistance go if I'm being honest, I think I grew so attached to them that it's hard to see them go.. They better get their happy ending because they deserve it after all they've been through 😭

I read your Nat fic and it was lovely! R being drunk added a bit of lightheartedness to it which was fun. The angst? Chef's kiss, you nailed it. Think my favorite part of it was when R wanted Wanda to "fix her" up, it made me laugh and the banter was soo good, it felt v real :) I see you have another one coming soon n I'm looking forward to it!

Okay, now for your dark Wanda fic. This one was a TRIP to say the least. Obviously when you go into dark fics, you know to expect wild stuff, but this was something. The build-up was enjoyable, then Chad's dumbass being brought along for the ride (his last😭) was just crazy, then to tie it all off with Wanda messing with your memories was good. I liked it a lot.. which probably sounds a bit insane but oh well

I write for all three actually, though I technically haven't posted anything for Nat yet, I'm hoping to change that soon (er or later with the way this writer's block is going 🙃)

I know this response is kinda sorta late (time moves very fast) and I do apologize! I plan on talking to you more often from now on! I hope life has been treating you decently as of late despite everything that's happened :>

- 🗿 <3

Hiiii you!

How are you and how is everything with you?

I'm so glad to hear back from you! Sorry for the delayed but I'm excited to answer your ask!

I'm so glad to hear that you are great. Oh what happened these past few weeks? Can I guess? You sound like you are in love and just got into a relationship. :D just a wild guess. But pls do tell me what happened the past few weeks to you? I would love to hear your happy story too, if you are comfortable with it.

Yes, at that time was pretty bad for me. I was emotionally drained but when I felt better, I got covid. It was one after another but I'm okay now even though I still feel something funny with my throat and cough a bit.

I know, right? Summer is draining. especially if it has high humidity. I heard that winter here even if it's snowy, we still have chances of tornadoes. It's crazy. It says that it can get really cold here. So i'm looking forward to it, even though it might be too cold for me but it's still better than summer. lol

I start to like Oklahoma more though. I once went back to California, it was good for food wise and met families / friends again but if I compared to this small country-ish city where I live now, I like it better than California. It's because after I live here for few months, the hectic vibe, crowd and traffic felt worse. haha. So I see the silver line from moving to Oklahoma. I think I'm sensitive with situation that has too many people or too much noise. It gives me anxiety. Especially if it's too many people/crowd, it makes me feel trapped and claustrophobic. n it gets worse when there is too much noise.

Does sound or noise can gives you headache/anxiety too? I will explain more in the next ask, after you. :)

Also, I think I forgot to share you the news that 3 months ago, I got my U.S citizenship! Yaay!

About Lost In Assistance, yes it is sad for me too that it's almost over and on the last chapter. I'm working on it but too be honest it is so hard to jump back in writing ch.65 . I don't know why, maybe subconsciously I don't want it to end? Not sure. But I gotta get it done. About the ending, hmmm I'm not gonna give you spoiler. lol. Do they get happy ending? We'll see.. hahaha. :D also thank you for being attached to that story. I appreciate it.

Yaaaay, I'm glad you read my first Nat fic and you enjoyed it. It was fun writing it. I was actually nervous if people would love it or not but so far it gets pretty good responds and I appreciate every single of it. It was my first Nat fic and it felt a little weird in a good way also interesting to write Wanda as R's best friend because I have always write her as R's love interest.

And yes, I actually have 2 more Nat fics coming. I hope you will like them as well.

Oh, my first dark Wanda fic, It is actually one of fics that I'm really proud writing it. I love that fic because it was my original idea and the "darkness" of it came out as how I wanted / pictured it. Haha don't worry, I don't think it's insane if you like it a lot. I'm thinking it is more insane that I enjoyed writing it. lol. I have 2 dark Wanda dark fics and also another one that's my original idea as well.

Oh, that's good that you write for 3 of them. I'm sorry you have a writer block. I really wish I could help. Brainstorming is fun.

Don't worry about replying me late, I understand. I sometimes reply late too. I'm looking forward to talk with you more often and will reply faster. I'm doing okay, still have ups and downs in my days. Today I had a situation with one weird cringey follower in Wattpad that I have to talk a little harder for her to stop messaging me and I had to block her. Other than that, everything is okay. Same shit different days. lol

Talk soon! Cheerio!

#🗿 anon #chellez answers #lovely anon

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just thinking... about that idea... and Hel writing that time-travel/temporal mechanics tractate...

she has her reasons not to like time-travel. but since it's a thing - then, it is as it is, the can is pretty much open, the worms are out...

I sorta hc that when the Doonnarh approached her and offered her a position as an agent, they did so for the intelligence and security reasons. bc technically she is already a trained agent, so that's a prepared resource right there)) and I also sorta had this idea that people start working for them doing more vague chores and then as they prove their usefulness they move up and finally might get higher clearance, eventually getting roped into the temporal tasks/get drafted into the war effort. I'm still not sure if Hel suspected the Doonnarh were engaged in temporal wars with themselves, or if she knew beforehand because that's the double agent version...

I just know she was likely promoted to temporal and it's not something she looked forward to, more like, it had to be done, work is work etc.

where I am going with this rambling? that Helena writing the temporal mechanics manual is actually a result of a time-paradox maybe? she learns of a time-paradox that is running, starts investigating it and as she investigates, turns out that this is the beginning of the time-paradox that lead her to become the temporal specialist?

I kinda love that because a) she'd be pissed but would have to accept it; b) she'd have an ongoing mystery - aka where exactly the paradox originates, can it be undone, does it need to be undone, and whatnot. will she solve it? will she not? will it go into the research? the more she'd be trying to undo it, the more she'd learn of temporal mechanics, the more reasons she'd have to specialise in it? sort of a temporal sinkhole. you stepped in something and now you live with it? xD and she'd also get to explore the concept of fate and what people believe is fate because she doesn't believe in fate)) ok this is where I stop bc that's going to get too philosophical.

it's all fun and well-written paradoxes are always very interesting. the question being: can I pull it off and make it entertaining))) we'll see)

#helish headcanon #these bosses aren't exactly solid.#more of a ??? than a hc at this point.#Im mor e of a diggy-dig writer than planny-plan. so I'd have to wait and see))#the final fun-tier. hc

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lover-of-whatever · 2 years

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More thoughts on Elfilin as a character

I’ve mentioned before that I’m not impressed with Elfilin, and I wanted to further elaborate on what I thought made him a weak character. I might of written nearly 2,000 words about him. Spoilers below the break.

I’ve said before that this game reads like Kumazaki giving his own take on Shimomura’s Dark Matter formula, but while Kuma recognizes the aesthetics of Shimo’s games I don’t think he understands what made them work. I may not personally be a fan of Elfilin’s archetype, being a sorta Ribbon like character, but at least I found Ribbon to be engaging whereas Elfilin I forgot existed half the game. Ribbon wasn’t bursting with personality either, but she was still entertaining because she was a very motivated character and the game understood she was the star of the story. 64 starts with not Kirby, but with Ribbon. It only takes a minute of animation and no dialogue to understand who Ribbon is, where she lives and what normal life is like, how her home and people are in danger, who the villain is, her sense of duty to protect her planet, how she feels like she failed that duty, how collecting the crystals will fix her problem, and that Kirby will help her. All of that in one minute. Zero dialogue. On the N64. It is honestly impressive. Elfilin’s motivations are much weaker. We don’t actually get to see Waddle Dee town before it was destroyed, we just see the rubble. Because of this we don’t know what was really lost, or that this was Waddle Dee town for that matter. We see Waddle Dee’s running and being captured, but the story fails to recognize how much more impact it would have if the Dees were given at least 2 seconds of visual normalcy like the fairies. We need to know what we are fighting for, in 64 it wasn’t just the fairies safety but their happy home. Yes some people love the Waddle Dees and will protect them without needing to be told so, but some people just remember these guys as the Goombas of the series and some might not have ever even seen them before. Establishing them as the normal good guys at the beginning of the game is important, right now these guys are just collectables. To the game’s credit we get to build the town and see what’s the purpose of saving them later, but I still think this is something that should of been established earlier. When Elfilin flies in looking worried it’s not entirely clear why the town falling apart makes him anxious, in fact he kinda comes out of nowhere. After saving him, he explains the plot with words in a visual medium and this was communicated better on the Nintendo fucking 64 with no dialogue kill me. Elfilin says that the Waddle Dees and him fought off the pack as best as they could but were overpowered. He says that he has to save them because of that, a clear parallel to Ribbon’s story. But we saw Ribbon try and fail to save her planet, Elfilin just tells you this with his words. Having characters explain the plot and Kirby just takes their word for it are what you do for the likes of Marx and Magolor, and they do this because they don’t want you to know the truth. After those two can you honestly blame people for thinking Elfilin was bullshitting them? Elfilin also doesn’t make it entirely clear that he was briefly living with the Waddle Dees before the town was attacked, this is in some easy-to-miss technically optional dialogue blurb when visiting the town thanks I hate it. The cutscenes and dialogue are less concerned with giving Elfilin clear motivations than it is making him look sad or cute. This is in part because of the ending but we’ll get to that. Elfilin doesn’t have a super strong connection to the Waddle Dees because of this, for that matter if you aren’t a baby playing a Kirby game for the first time you know that the Waddle Dees where not made with Elfilin in mind, they were made back in 92 as King Dedede’s minions. Meanwhile the crystal shards of Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards are pieces of the weapon Ribbon was tasked with using to stop the Dark Matter. Hell, Magolor is seen as the pilot of the ship that lost its parts when came crashing down. The collectables and the character were made to complement each other, that’s gameplay and story integration baby. Elfilin and the Waddle Dees are here because of more. Arbitrary reasons. (Merch the answer is merch). I think part of why people’s favorite 64 character tend to often be Adeleine or DDD or even the Waddle Dee over Ribbon is because they have more of an effect on gameplay than she does. Adeleine gives you health, Dee takes care of obstacles, and DDD you literally play as for brief sections. All Ribbon does is grab the crystals when Kirby runs into them. And that’s somehow more than what Elfilin does. Elfilin does not actually interact with the Waddle Dees that are saved, he pops up whenever they do to do a little dance but that is it. After the World 4 boss fight, Elfiln is captured by DDD and therefore cannot appear during gameplay. Kirby acts sad when he sees DDD take Elfilin away, but for being Kirby’s new best friend Kirby doesn’t seem to notice Elfilin’s disappearance in any other animations. You can still save the Waddle Dees and neither they nor Kirby notice the lack of the chinchilla. All of his ingame animations can have Elfilin interact with him, but Kirby cannot interact with Elfilin because there is a point of the game where Elfilin isn’t there and making two different sets of animations for maybe not even two hours of gameplay is a waste of money. Sure it’s cute when Elfilin helps Kirby pull up the big fish, but Elfilin or no Kirby can pull up that fish just fine. Yes it would be dumb for a Kirby game to make the fishing harder because a character is gone, I do not expect Kirby to do that. Rather I would have hopped they would have realized this dilemma and try to come up with something more than one sad look to make it seem like Kirby cares for him. Meanwhile back in the year of 2000 Kirby actually acknowledges Ribbon’s existence. They high five when they save Waddle Dee, he reassures her that Ripple Star will be okay, she helps him up when he’s knocked out, they shakes hands as they say goodbye, and most infamously he gets incredibly flustered when she kisses him on the cheek. Still don’t think that’s enough reasoning to ship the two, but it feels a hella lot more genuine than what Elfilin has. The credits images (postgame’s credits especially) try to recontextualize the events of the game with more involvement from Elfilin, which makes me think maybe they had considered 64-esque cutscenes but they just didn’t have the time. I am sympathetic to this, it is honestly amazing the game is as big as it is and I get not having extra fluffy cutscenes. My grievances lie more within the main story anyways, which they did have time for unless it was all made last minute who knows I don’t work at Hal There is the matter of Elfilin’s backstory. Recent games love their surprises, and to be fair so did the older ones. But like, the Fairy Queen getting possessed was a way to scare kids into one hundred precenting the game, it wasn’t just there for the sake of being there. For that matter, no shit 02 isn’t going to tell us it took over the Queen, but Elfilin doesn’t even allude to Fecto Forgo not because it makes sense for his character, but because we need to artificially create a surprise for the sake of a surprise. Here's the thing, they could of added a line where Elfilin says he came from some very bad people but doesn’t feel comfortable telling Kirby yet, which is both understandable and good foreshadowing. If it’s something the normally excitable Elfilin doesn’t want to talk about, then you start to worry that it’s something really serious and feel bad for him. Instead of Fecto kinda coming out of nowhere this can add some intrigue as to what is really happening while still being surprising when a fucking cyan fetus shows up on screen. But that would make him interesting and we cant have that. Ultimately Elfilin could of had all these problems and I’d at least be a little more forgiving if he was fun. But he isn’t. He’s as interesting as white bread and the fact he is given so much dialogue but has nothing of worth to say is mind numbing. When Daroach in Mass Attack describes Dedede Resort, he doesn’t just say “This island is so tropical, yet you can ski as well.” he says “This island is so tropical, yet you can ski as well. No better place for a getaway, I guess.” and when further pushed on this he adds “I used to steal the hearts of young ladies by the seaside here. But that was long ago, before King Dedede came to spoil its shores.” Four lines of dialogue and this rat can fit in so much personality let me tell you. He describes it normally but the “I guess” suggests that he’s not actually impressed with the place. He is holding himself back from complaining about the resort, and one little nudge and the guy is like well if you insist then bitches about how ugly it is and how it ruined his dating scene apparently. We learn that Daroach is a Casanova that hates all things tacky because gentleman thief go figure. There is a ton of character in this little blurb, but Elfilin’s take on things begin and end at “this is cool :)” to “this is scary :(”. A lot of Elfilin’s dialogue feels empty, and so did Magolor’s because he wasn’t being genuine. Elfilin is supposed to be genuine, but it doesn’t feel like it. If you are going to have a character talk, don’t just use it to describe the obvious use it as an opportunity to define the character. But they can’t, because Elfilin has none. I am pretty certain in my theory that Elfilin is the way he is in part because they wanted to create something marketable. I think it’s fair to say that each game’s gimmick character starting from Magolor, to Taranza, to Susie, and ending with the Mages they got progressively less and less popular. Magolor was so popular that while it looked like he died at the end of RtDL, they retconned that in the Dream Collection and then pumped out a gazillion Magolor figurines. Taranza may have a decent fandom, but his more complicated design is hard to translate into merchandise. Susie has a simpler design, but isn’t as popular and it’s kinda hard to advertise someone so,,,,, let’s say antagonistic because the shit she’s done could result in this post being blacklisted on some accounts it’s so bad. Magolor may be a dick, but being an evil wizard is easier to advertise than the more real world crimes Susie has committed. The ones with the worst luck are the unpopular Mages, who not only have complicated designs, but are literally cult members. I can only imagine after Star Allies the marketing team was begging Kumazaki to make the next gimmick character an innocent plushie if only so that they had something to work with. I wouldn’t be surprised if Elfilin’s simple design with no floating limbs was influenced by this. Elfilin is nice to the point of boredom and the game really wants you to want to hug the guy (buy the plush and you can do that). It’ll look like he’s dead for 5 seconds but we can’t have another Magolor situation look he’s okay!!!!! If they wanted a marketable plushie then fine, but also wanting to shove in the incredible marketable Waddle Dees instead of creating something new for Elfilin results in a disjointed story (if you know your Kirby merch you know they have nearly as much merch as Kirby himself). I love everything else about the game, but I knew that something was going to have to take the hit for the rest of it to shine. And the series probably makes more money off of merch anyways, but time will tell if sacrificing character will pay off in the long run.

#kirby #katfl #uh #review

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no-droids · 4 years

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The Secret

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Rating: Explicit

Summary: On a dark and dreary night, Anakin tries to see if he can influence your dreams.

A/N: idk what in the hell this even is tbh I just started writing it two days ago idk what happened this is some inception shit but not the crazy ass mind bending plot twist part at the very end of inception but like just the cool middle part where you kinda get what’s sorta going on but not really okay anyways I gotta go

Warnings: There are DUBCON/NONCON ELEMENTS to this, smut/oral sex, a splash of m/m (sorta?), dark Anakin uses the force to mess with your dreams without your knowledge or consent so please read at your own discretion

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Anakin knows it’s wrong.

It’s the middle of the night on a moon he never bothered learning the name of and Anakin knows it’s wrong when his eyes shift over to you for the fifth time in the past minute. Curled up with your back to him and the crackling firelight illuminating this tiny little cave, breathing soft and quiet through your nose as you sleep, the wind roaring monstrously outside. Anakin acknowledges it—the moral impropriety of even sitting here thinking about things he shouldn’t be with you so close by. It’s wrong, no getting around it.

But there’s also something inside him that… wants the wrongness.

He likes it. Anakin likes having secrets, he likes breaking rules even when nobody is consciously here to witness it. It makes him feel alive in a way that battlefields just can’t anymore, not after two years of constant conflict where the only enemies to feel his wrath have been comprised of nuts and bolts, their robotic cries never leaving him with any satisfaction anymore. At the start of the Clone Wars, sure, it was a thrill to slice through voice boxes and body parts, even if they were mechanical. But the droids aren’t afraid of death, they’re just programmed to stay alive. It’s like killing large, dumb swarms of bugs—it needs to be done for the common good but there’s never any true fulfillment in it anymore, it just feels like a task to be completed instead of an earnest, hard-earned goal.

He’s also been given direct permission to do it. He’s even been ordered to carry out enormous droid massacres on behalf of the Republic, but that’s the thing. Anakin isn’t looking for permission, see, it takes away half the thrill.

No, he wants to feel wrong. He wants to wonder if he shouldn’t have. He wants the quiet guilt, the sparkle of holding a secret he’ll never breathe a word about, the addictive power trip from having real influence over something, something equally as real.

Technically, Anakin is supposed to be on lookout right now. He’s meant to stay awake and patrol the perimeter of the cave for enemy combatants, but he doesn’t even bother pretending to be diligent when it’s just you two here. It’s not necessary. He’d be able to sense another lifeform miles away in this secluded, barren wasteland; there’s no threat to be found right now. He can keep warm by the crackling firelight in this cave, sheltered from the dust storm that spontaneously broke out a few hours ago. He can stay awake without moving a muscle and listen to your slow breathing all night long, letting it fill him with shameful desires he spends the daylight hours fighting and suppressing.

He silently flicks his gaze over to you once more, blinking as he studies you. He can sense your mind becoming creative in its slumber, beginning to swirl into dreamlike possibilities around yourself, about to choose a path for your consciousness to follow tonight. Yes, this is what he’s waiting for. He can’t force you to dream—that’s beyond his expertise as a Jedi. But if he finds himself in the right place at the right time, he can certainly try his best to… give you a suggestion.

The wind whistles outside and the fire pops quietly and you continue to breathe. In, and out. In, and out.

Anakin closes his eyes, and begins.

He first maps your body with the Force, trying to understand it on a deeper level. Gauge it—its proportions, its ambience, the thrumming lifeforce flowing through your veins even as you sleep. He has to be careful—as a fellow Knight, there’s no guarantee you won’t immediately be able to spot him exploring your energy in this way, there’s nothing to stop you from suddenly rolling over and asking just what exactly he thinks he’s doing.

But Anakin is patient. It’s one of the only times he can remember truly exercising that untapped potential inside him, perfectly content to allow you to drift while he works to find his bearings with you. Minds are complex, especially when they’re unconscious. They’re finicky and never stay in the same spot for long—it’s not like they evade, necessarily, but instead, they just… float around. Pulsing. In and out of existence, hiding behind and under immovable things, no rhyme or reason for it, vanishing into uncertainty and nothingness as soon as he thinks he’s found it. Like trying to find a microscopic air pocket in the depths of a pitch black ocean. He’s not losing any oxygen by existing right at the edges of your sleep, but it takes hard concentration to stay here, hidden, not allowing himself to slip. He’s looking, he’s looking… but he soon realizes he just needs to wait longer. He needs to wait until you float your way back around to him, until you present the opening yourself.

So Anakin waits.

And waits…

And then suddenly—

—There. He locks onto a flicker in the Force and holds, finally isolating and breaching the surface of your inner subconscious. Anakin smiles softly, a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his temple at the effort it took to locate you without alerting you of his presence. There you are. Maker, it sure is pretty in here, isn't it? He has you, he’s cradling the buried, hidden, most fragile part of your soul as you slumber, not knowing any better.

His heart thumps with excitement even though he’s barely done anything yet. To someone without sensitivity to the Force, they might just think the both of you are asleep right now. Just the two of you sitting still in this relatively small space, eyes closed, neither of you are touching, nobody has said anything or made any substantial movements in hours, nothing has changed in this world. All of it is existing in another plane, a place most people wouldn’t be able to recognize unless someone informed them of its existence, and even then, it would be beyond understanding.

But he has you now. He’s there, and he’s not going anywhere. He can allow his focus to dip just slightly, knowing your mind will pull him along through the comatose current. He senses you already working through the beginning whispers of dreams, but they’re not the kind people can ever remember. These aren’t formed, there’s no substance to them—it’s just pure, abstract dreamspace for your mind to drift through while you slumber.

Finding your true consciousness through all the murky, shapeless slumber was the test in skill. Now comes the luck.

Very carefully, without arousing any suspicion or drawing undue attention to himself, Anakin begins to drag the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth. He doesn’t open his mouth, he doesn’t move a single muscle outwardly—he just lets his tongue begin to flitter around slowly in its enclosed cavern as he breathes, making the movements as soft and hypnotic as he can, matching the aimless way you’re carrying your mind and his shadow through the darkness.

He’s tried this before. Once or twice, with a pretty Ambassador he was tasked with protecting for a few months at the start of the Clone Wars, but the results were always less than ideal. He could never seamlessly transfer his desires through her consciousness before she awoke, perhaps because she wasn’t Force sensitive. The dream would either never happen, or he would push too hard and it’d turn into a rabid nightmare that fractured her thoughts and made her terrified to close her eyes for weeks. Not this time, though, Anakin isn’t going to allow it. Not with you, not after all the unprecedented effort it took to even just get himself here.

He finds a bit more passion to put into his movements, his jaw beginning to work with more purpose. Stars, he wants this to work, and while it’s probable that there’s an easier way to accomplish it, this isn’t something the Academy trains for. There’s only so much he can do except just be patient and giving with his soft, muted thoughts, urging you to make use of them without ever saying them aloud.

And suddenly, like the dark waves of your sleep decide to illuminate for him all on their own, your subconscious mind responds to the gentle stimulus. It carefully reaches out and studies the suggestion he’s silently offering, having spent what feels like an eternity trying to entice your rawest, most fundamental being into going somewhere it normally wouldn’t go, all without letting you know he’s even there.

His tongue is still moving. With purpose, with a specific intent in mind, Anakin allows his head to slowly fall back as he lifts his chin up towards it, wanting it more and more the longer you take to consider it, as if your mind is actively trying to tease him by playing hard to get. He can feel you right there, feel you thinking about it, and the whole thing is almost like some elaborate courting ritual while he waits with bated breath for you to decide whether or not to humor him.

But then, just when Anakin fears you may be too strong to be swayed, too powerful in the Force to be tempted by an outside source, you abruptly snatch the idea from him and start to run with it.

Suddenly parts of your spirit begin illuminating that should be dormant right now, and Anakin follows you, wherever you’re leading him. He knows none of this is necessarily intentional on your behalf—nobody can consciously pick and choose their dreams, not even Jedi. But this endeavor proves that it’s absolutely possible to subtly inspire them in each other, regardless of the morality behind it.

The wind continues to howl outside the cave and remind him that an entire universe still exists beyond your beautifully soporose mind, but the dreamscape gradually begins unfolding around him without any further prompting, requiring nothing more than what he’s already provided. Anakin’s tongue continues to simulate and suggest regardless, only now he feels the ghost of it beginning to materialize somewhere else besides the roof of his mouth, the sensations appearing before the images can be conjured to fill in the gaps. His hands suddenly tighten on his thighs at the soft, enticing feeling beginning to take root in you.

And oh. It’s… good. It feels different when his own body isn’t really the target of the stimulation, when he’s doing nothing more than simply experiencing it vicariously. Anakin supposes he could’ve bypassed all this effort, just aimed the pleasure more directly from the very beginning instead of working to inspire and coax it out of your own consciousness, but that was never his intention and it misses the point entirely. Where’s the challenge in it? The finesse is lost, it doesn’t appeal to him. It’s brash and brutish and not his style. No, this is what he wanted. He wanted to get just close enough to plant the most basic, fundamental idea in your head and then witness the rest of it all play out as a phantom passenger. Step back, strap in, and see how you kindle and manipulate the desire yourself, exactly the way you want it.

Anakin starts to breathe a little heavier through his nose, shoulders tense as he works to ride the slow swelling of your own prolonged pleasure with you, not knowing if or when it’s going to peak. He’s never made it this far before, he has no idea what to expect. Your consciousness does all the heavy lifting for him, your floor muscles move and contract without him needing to do anything to encourage it, the dream he seeded now completely taking over and whisking you both away.

But then… then suddenly Anakin doesn’t understand. Because yes, your mind works exactly the way he hoped it would—everything goes the incredibly precise direction he intended, and yet the destination is somehow… here? Back at the very beginning?

You dream of a cave. It’s exactly the same as the one you’re both silently holed up in for the night, and no new faces have appeared. If Anakin fluttered his eyes open at this specific moment, absolutely nothing around him would change. Except, perhaps, the subtle glow around everything—the watery way the air seems to be moving, as if it can’t decide whether it wants to exist or not so it strangely succeeds in doing both at the same time. He’s not really here—at least, he doesn’t think he is, he’s just seated on the dirt floor, appearing as nothing more than an invisible witness to it.

No. No, actually, he takes that back, he… is here. It takes him a moment to see the full picture as you’re still putting the puzzle pieces together, but… that’s him. A projection of himself at least, looking only slightly different but recognizable enough. Dark robes, robotic right arm, steady gaze.

But where are you? Anakin looks around the empty cave, still trying to understand how you’re painting this, his conscious mind moving much more rapidly than your own abstract one and yet also somehow taking so much longer to catch up to you. You’re not here. Why aren’t you here? He’s getting stuck on the details, he knows he’s lagging behind.

It takes a moment longer. Just one, before Anakin suddenly realizes that… he’s not just an invisible witness, is he?

He looks back down to see his own head now buried between his thighs.

But they’re not his thighs, not really. They’re yours. He’s just seeing everything from your point of view, feeling everything you’re feeling from the small little space he’s occupying in your mind.

At this point, Anakin needs to anchor. He feels himself—his real self, the one currently stuck in a cave in the midst of an unexpected dust storm—curl inwards and clamp his legs together. This will work. If he focuses enough to pinpoint the way his knees feel pressed tight together, he can have a tether to separate himself from your dream, the way yours are currently… wide open. This is all too similar to your true surroundings—he didn’t expect this, he doesn’t want to get lost.

And yet… Maker, it feels good. His long curls feel so soft in your hands, his tongue drags slow magic between your legs. When Anakin first suggested the idea to you, he didn’t think you’d assign the role back to him. He assumed you had someone else in mind, somewhere else you wished to be besides this dull, dreary setting. He gave you just an inkling of a prompt, and this is what the most creative part of your mind created. Something he could be doing at this exact moment, if only he’d known you’d be interested.

Then again, Anakin thinks, you may have just recognized him subconsciously. You may have attached him to the idea already, if only because he was the truest originator of it. But it doesn’t matter now, he can’t process such complex thoughts while maintaining the suspended mental state he’s in—he feels like he’ll either completely fall into it or out of it if he tries.

But as your muscles continue to work and your pleasure continues to build, it becomes harder and harder to separate where he is in relation to you. Anakin clenches his legs tighter together as you open yours wider apart, the dream gaining more strength as it develops. Stars, it’s—it’s—

Anakin starts to lose it and he needs to tug on that tether to his surroundings again, but it’s way more difficult than it should be to recognize himself. His calloused fingers on his left hand tremble as he reaches up and uses them to cover his face, biting his tongue to stop the low rumbles of ecstasy that want to claw their way out of his throat. Maker, this feels so… different from the build he knows. He thought—if he was successful—that he’d be able to handle it as silently and stoically as he’s able to handle his own pleasure, but this is something else entirely. Why does it feel so… so spectacular? Maker, he never realized the sensation was all that different on the inside, much less that he was actually missing out by having a dick between his legs.

But then suddenly there’s a pause, a break in the way you’ve been rhythmically squeezing and flexing your body for him.

The dream adapts to it. Anakin looks down between your open thighs just in time to see himself pulling away from your warmth, putting two fingers in his mouth, before slowly easing his hand back down between them.

No, he thinks, a bright flare of panic sparking inside him as he immediately snatches and yanks the tether to reality, popping his eyes open and pulling away from your mind entirely, oh no—wait, that’s not what I—

But see. That’s the thing about being so meticulous about conjuring something that doesn’t actually exist. Once his brilliant creation decides to backfire on him—a fool-proof way to escape it doesn’t actually exist either.

He… he can’t wake up. No matter how much his body struggles backwards on the dirt floor of the cave, how wide he can feel his eyes are right now, how excruciatingly aware he is that none of this is real, none of this is actually happening to him, he’s caught in the dream he planted and you’re hauling him along for the ride. The closest he can describe it is like having footage play in one eye while the other can see perfectly fine. He knows where the line that separates reality is, but he can’t escape your consciousness’s crushing gravitational pull; it’s too massive and overwhelming now, he can’t gain enough velocity to get home. Real life exists but only through a window, and being stuck on the other side like this—knowing he’s dreaming but not being able to jolt awake when he’s very ready to leave—is suddenly more terrifying than any nightmare Anakin has ever experienced.

It also has unintended consequences. Clinging so desperately to his own body has made him completely aware of it in the purgatory he’s now trapped himself in, but the pleasure is still there so the source of the stimulation is still there. They’re not your thighs anymore, they’re his thighs again. But that’s also still him between his legs, continuing to ease his fingers forwards.

He keeps retreating back and away from them no matter what, but there’s nothing more he can do.

Anakin helplessly watches on as his own fingers slowly disappear up inside himself, and his eyes instantly lose focus and his jaw goes slack as he feels it the way you would. They’re not real, so there’s no pain, no true pressure or stretch, just… hard, unadulterated stimulation starting to burn up inside him.

He doesn’t realize his body kept moving until he suddenly feels the wall of the cave slam into his back and he has to brace himself against it, frantically shoving himself back into it as far as he can with his legs and digging his nails into dirt at the base, scrabbling for breath and stability. Anakin tightens up wickedly as you both bear down on the phantom intrusion, sweat beading at his hairline as he works to process the foreign sensation and you whimper quietly in your sleep. His cock is rock hard between his legs and he shudders to think that his mind will compensate for the difference and his alter ego will actually take it into his mouth—but no, the projection doesn’t change because it’s still coming from you, still being led by your own desires. Dream-Anakin’s mouth drops and his tongue comes out to keep licking your slit but to the real Anakin, it just looks like his mouth disappears somewhere near his balls, and then a magnificent swell of bliss suddenly kicks in before he can fight as savagely against it as he wants. He’d normally be repulsed, and maybe he currently is to some extent, but because your pleasure spikes so dangerously with it, his hips stutter into the sensation just as desperately.

He’s making noise, he knows he is—he can feel his throat working too hard for just air to be moving through. No, he’s whimpering, or moaning, or doing something but he can’t hear himself at all. His instinct is to yell as loudly as he can, to try and wake you up manually, but it doesn’t seem to work, you’re way too far gone now. He listens for the dust storm that should be screaming outside, the popping of the fire somewhere in this cave, but they’re suddenly nowhere to be found. He’s being dragged under by your enormous current that’s somehow still continuing to build in strength, losing oxygen by the second. He’s not ready for it, he doesn’t want it, he’s terrified, he needs to wake up—

Anakin slams his head back against the wall hard enough to make himself bleed and gasps raggedly as he loses his grip on everything, shutting his eyes tight with his fist shoved up against his teeth. Nothing exists at all anymore but the swirling typhoon that continues raging forth. Beyond purgatory, and then beyond heaven.

When you finally do manage to find the absolute peak of your climb, he’s sure he all but blacks out with it.

It’s pure, blinding rapture on all levels—physical, metaphysical, whatever else exists after that. It surges up with razor-sharp claws of merciless ecstasy and he’s just not equipped to experience anything anywhere close to it. The connection between your minds thrums and sparks violently; Anakin feels the way your body practically soars over top of the pleasure while his is just being ruthlessly pummeled into the ground by it. He’s not meant to handle this, he literally wasn’t made to survive the devastating anomaly—it’s as wicked and excruciating as it is dazzling, and he wonders if he’ll ever truly be able to come back from it.

Eventually, Anakin manages to find his way back to himself. Eventually.

His cock is throbbing, that’s the first thing he‘s able to notice. The dirt floor beneath him that somehow feels slightly different than before, the fetal position he’s assuming on top of it, the once sturdy wall now crumbling to dust against his back.

The next thing he notices is the utter, complete mess he made. Blood slowly drips in a line down his neck and more cum than he’s ever felt himself produce before drenches the front of his pants. Anakin slowly blinks his eyes open, trying to fight the vertigo and wondering if he might have a concussion right now. There are cracks and fractures in the ground that branch out from the small crater at his back, and the fire is completely extinguished now, charred logs splintered and strewn about like somebody detonated a bomb in here.

At some point, his gaze drags over towards you, and remarkably, you haven’t moved. Still curled up on your side with your back to him, still breathing slow and steady and undisturbed.

Anakin pants in exhaustion and waits for you to turn over to address him and what he did. There’s no way you’re still asleep, not after what just happened. Anakin couldn’t get through it without sending a giant shockwave through the entire cave and quite literally rupturing the ground beneath him, he’s surprised you even managed to stay in one spot the entire time. He doesn’t know if you feel violated right now and are refusing to acknowledge him, or if it’s just taking as long as he is for your brain to catch up and start functioning again.

That is, until he hears a small snore come from your unmoving body once more.

Anakin blinks.

No. You have to be awake, he figures, moving to prop himself upright and wipe the blood from his neck with the dark sleeve of his robe. There’s no possible way that the orgasm you both shared is actually… normal, no, the sheer power of it had to be influenced by his presence somehow. He must have… increased it, or something. Anakin doesn’t know how, but he knows he must be directly responsible, this had to have been the strongest you’ve ever cum in your life and you just don’t know how to confront him about it right now, so you’re pretending to sleep. Yes, that’s what it is, that’s what it has to be.

He’s not going to check, though. He’s not going to find any lingering energy left within himself to summon and look for the thick darkness of sleep still enveloping you, he’s not going anywhere near your signature right now. No, Anakin is fine just like this, exactly where he is. Instead of verifying or confirming his own understanding, he’ll just be extra confident in it, that’s always worked well for him.

So he just sits back and takes a deep, shuddering breath, feeling like his whole body is weak and trembling with fatigue. Maybe you are asleep, he shrugs. Maybe he’s wrong, and selfish, and an idiot. Or maybe.

Maybe you just like keeping secrets, too.

#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x you #Smut #reader insert #dark anakin #no-droids

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isekaithatplease · 2 years

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Review -the princess wars

Part 1 of this....review (it's more like rambling/reviewing/ranting) ((I will upload a part 2- when I get further into the story)

But Imma give you the official run down of this story before we start:

'After the Princess died, the soul entered a life-betting game! She will be the famous Pea Princess and other princesses in a fairy tale who will pursue the only prince. Only a princess who has successfully married a prince can return to the real world and continue her life and receive a huge bonus! How can she fight powerful princesses to capture the prince's love? ! War of the Princesses!"

interestingly enough- I read this one a while back, dropped it like a hot potato too, I'm in the middle of re-reading it right now, and I can safely say- that save for the fl and the art, can't forget the gorgeous art- I have literally nothing nice to say about this story.

I'm serious.

This will probably be the meanest review I ever type (for now)

Reading 20+ chpts of this series in one go was like going to a pig farm with no shoes on. Yes, I'm actually kinda upset that I had to re-read this story (it's not you, I just kinda hate this story) but I wanted to give it somewhat of a fair review, so to compromise I sort of speed read it.

So let's start with the good:

Well- ok, I might have a few good things to say about this story- mostly with the fl, Juana (I think that's her name).

Smart, resourceful, loyal and pretty funny! Not to mention that she's pretty strong and knows how to handle herself with weapons or maid work.

And the art- holy cow this art-

SHE KNEW WHAT WAS UP- GET A JOB! GET AWAY FROM HER!!!

The concept: Is also kinda interesting too, with the princess having special abilities, and whatnot, and you sorta feel bad for them, as there are actual stakes in the story! I also appreciate that the princesses seemingly follow their original story rather than a modified/watered down retelling, especially with the creative liberties that they take with the pea princess that technically doesn’t break the original story as:

-the original pea princess for all we know might not have ever been a princess to begin with

and

-her test was kinda rigged because anyone sleeping atop of so many mattresses would definitely complain about something, so I’ll give credit where credit is due- the concept is fairly interesting and inspired. There.

NOW ONTO THE BAD:

Now look, this is isekai, right? And let’s be honest most isekai isn’t perfect, but we can still enjoy it for what it is.

Bad/corny villains? Eh ok, bearable I guess.

Basic/uninspiring side characters? Ok a little tolerable, but not unbearable, if you got a good fl and ml, the story can still be ok.

Terrible/stupid fl or ml? Ok now you’re just going too far~ and that brings me to this story.

YIKES.

THE ML- PRINCE VINCENT.

Prince VINCENT

ugh this Ml

Like imagine taking Cardan from The Cruel Prince- and removing his microscopic redeeming qualities and 3-5ft deep character depth (obviously I'm exaggerating/joking here) BUT- if you did, you'd get Vincent. In fact, if I were to just jump down a nearby rabbit hole- this whole story kinda feels like if we were to do an uninspired 'eligible bacherolette' for the prince- Cruel Prince version. Yes.

One thing I hate hate HATE about this story is how society gossips about the princesses acting out of line, yet no one says anything whenever Prince Vincent, who's supposed to be the morally upstanding future emperor looking for a wife- A WIFE- YES ONE, willingly eggs them on against each other, because deep down I think he wants a harem of toys. He gets off on manipulating them and kinda egging them on against each other which is just...weird and kinda gross. He obviously wasn’t held at ALL as a child. Sadly this isn’t even the worst he does

I hate the ml (the way how he mistreats and acts like a terrible person to the fl is just ugghhh- I think he has a thing for humiliating and threatening her (with death or just pretty much anything whenever she doesn’t comply with his demands)- I actually think it’s a kink too. You know he's only getting a pass because he's the prince, the art is pretty and he's hot. Otherwise he'd be dragged and shredded.

I'm serious- mistreating her as having her spend her punishment as working as a maid (even when he had the same suspicions and in the end had no problem humiliating that princess who they were accusing of, in order to humiliate her own country into submissiveness), and then when she (I think) becomes something akin to a knight, his personal knight *unfortunately* he kinda just annoys/harasses her.

And let's not forget that time when he tried to kill her for her ending up in the library late at night and then forcing her to work for him. Maybe it'd be cute if they were like itsy bitsy kids or something- and this was just left to cold/jilted banter, but nah, I think he's abusing his power against her in an uneven power dynamic relationship.

He knows he can make these demands and sometimes he blatantly does when she clearly doesn’t want to do something, but he knows she can’t resist because he’s the one with the power here. They’re obviously not equals in this relationship- I mean, it’s kinda clear that he only sees her as an asset to completing his own mission rather than her being an actual person. He doesn’t berate her for almost killing herself in order to fullfil a mission for him, nor does he have any problems with using magic against her when SHE’S VISIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT, and even after he uses it ON HER, he refuses to TELL HER WHAT HE DID TO HER. That’s SUCH A VIOLATION OF CONSENT- IT ACTUALLY MAKES ME ANGRY. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE KNOW HE’D THREATEN HER LIFE IF SHE DID ANYTHING EVEN REMOTELY SIMILIAR TO HIM.

This isn't like some harmful flirting, nah- he's making power moves against her. Publicly mocking her, privately putting her down while just leveraging her for whatever reason, pressuring and threatening her to ride a horse when she’s showing FEAR (which is kinda understandable, I can see why people would be scared of horses) and then stuffing her in an uncomfortable carriage when she’s still too scared to ride a horse.

He really doesn’t deserve her, in fact he doesn’t deserve anything at all, well except for the worst.

Also him painting using this as a test on only someone he can ‘trust’ aka so he could manipulate her into doing it is LAUGHABLY PATHETIC/MANIPULATIVE- given how he saw how said magic almost killed her in the first place, and despite her proving her worth to him MULTIPLE times while putting everything on the line, despite the fact that he treats her like utter GARBAGE. Just say that you want to exploit her for your own means, since it’s worked so far, and if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, because that’s all you want to do.

Just to be clear, I have nothing against a 'mean' ml, and in some cases it does make way for great banter/relationships, and character depth- but I think that ultimately fails here- with the stakes being so high and the power mostly being in his favor. The dynamic fells uneven- and it feels like she’s being taken advantage of someone who doesn’t even see her as a person. Heck, I don’t think he sees anyone else as a person- as it’s shown how he can so easily toss away people for his own gain, which sure, is politics, but that doesn’t make him any better suited for her, in fact it shows that he’d probably sell her out too if he could politically one up, or just humiliate her (because that’s his kink- I’m 100% sure of it)

People call him complex, but no, I’m sorry. The most complex thing about him is how the artist blows their back out weekly trying to make him look good. Being a flat out terrible person who takes advantage of others is not complex, it’s poor writing. If he were the villain it would be ok, and understandable even, but he’s not- he’s supposed to be a deuteragonist that we’re ok seeing Juana with when she deserves BETTER.

You wanna know what actually is complex? Maybe a conflict or some sort of inner dilemma which the prince never has. If it’ll change, I’d like to see so, but I’m like 40+ chapters in, and I have yet to see anything.

That’s really sad that these are her ‘last thoughts’.

It also doesn’t help that literally any other male in this story would be a better male lead for the end game. Not even joking, I’d take the gardener or even the prince’s uncle over the prince. (Does anyone know what the gardener's curse is? I haven’t figured it out yet, but if I reach that point Imma upload it in part 2, if any of you know, please feel free to spoil it for me, the less I have to read outside of spoilers- the better).

I would not recommend this series to anyone - AT ALL.

the only way this story can redeem itself is if the females band together and rip his head off.

#manhwa #isekai #princess wars #review #rant #juana #anti-prince vincent

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womenofwonder · 3 years

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RWBY characters races for AUs set in our world.

How I’m going to do this: three things. The first, the city they live in Remnant. This is the least important because that leaves us with only five…maybe six places compared to our world’s hundreds of countries.

The second will be the original of their names, which they’ll have to keep in the AUs, meaning that they need some culture background for them.

The third will be their fairy tale origins.

So to start, Ruby Rose:

She lives in Vale, which is similar to France (I’ll explain why in another post maybe), but technically grew up in patch, a small island off the coast of Vale. I have no idea about Patch’s culture as we hardly ever see it, so I’m going to skip this one. We also don’t know if either Summer or Taiyang was originally from Vale.

We know Taiyang is Chinese from his name, so I’m going to say she’s half Chinese. I also wrote a western au once and really love the idea of Taiyang being an Asian Redneck…so I think I’m going to say Ruby is very, very southern just because that would be adorable.

But if you don’t want that idea I generally see Taiyang being either Asian-American or Asian-French, or Asian-British if your doing a HP AU. Summer is harder to pin down, but Red Riding Hood was originally an Italian fable, so I’m going to have her be Italian or Italian-American.

Weiss:

Weiss is German, although making her simply white America/British would work. I could see her being Russian too in some AU because Atlas fits well as Russia. For American works, Pennsylvania has quite the German population and coal mines, so that works pretty well for her.

Blake is really complicated. From Remment Australia which is culturally SEA (south East Asian), has an English name but parents with a Hindu-inspired names, but neither looking vaguely Indian. I’m going to assume her family are immigrants (as they are in cannon I think) to Australia, maybe even changed their name to help them fit in. Immigrants from where? Well, India is an option, but I like to think Malaysia. They have a large Indian and Chinese population, and I like to think Blake is a mixture of Chinese, Malay, and Indian ethnicities, from Malaysia and immigrated to Australia. And if you think this is crazy or unrealistic, you haven’t seen anything yet. The sheer mix of cultures I’ve seen growing up as an ex-pat is insane. This isn’t too crazy.

For Yang, we already have Taiyang as an Asian red-neck. Or at least I do. Raven and Qrow are going to be a little harder to pin down, but I’m think bandits getting replaced by mafia. Which mafia? I don’t know, take you’re pick. Branwen is Welsh, but I can’t think of a Welsh mafia. Coming from Mistral I would see them as being Triad, not Yakuza because Raven’s gang is famous for being less than coordinated.

If you need a logical reason for Yang having blonde hair, Taiyang could be only half Chinese, half blonde (blonde is race right?).

Either way I see Raven operating in an American city like New York or Detroit.

This would mean Yang is fully Chinese ethnically.

JNPR:

Jaune’s name and inspiration are all French. However his mother does come from Mistral (I think), so I do see him being half Chinese, but nationally French. It’s also funny to imagine him with a French accent.

Pyrrha: she’s Greek or maybe Greek-American with her parents being recent immigrants. Argus seems to Remnent-Greece and her name and fairy tale are greek.

Nora: she should be Scandinavian. I feel like in a MCU AU she’s Thor’s daughter. But she also grew up as a street rat in Mistral, which is hard to fit in our world. Therefore I’m going to have her in America, the great melting pot (and also America seems to be more like Mistral than any other Remnent king with our state system), and she going to ethically Scandinavian but knowing nothing of her culture due to her upbringing.

Ren: obviously Chinese, but I might have him be American-Chinese to fit his story nicely in with Nora’s.

Others:

Coco: we’re all ignoring that she’s based off Coco Channel, so let’s make her a LA girl

Velvet: Australia, because of the accent. Or maybe English because that is her story origin

Fox: he’s difficult, because tribes are pretty rare in modern AUs. But his story could work for various things. He’s one of the few black characters so he could come from practically any African tribe (I’m currently going with Hausa because it’s one of the few I know anything about). His name is based off ‘the fox and the hound’ which is a rare American story, so he could also be from a Native American tribe if you want the AU to be more American-based.

Yatsuhashi: Japanese, this one is thankfully easy.

Sun: Chinese. He comes from a tribe as well, but I can’t think of any nomadic Chinese tribes except the Uyghurs. Making Sun a Uyghur doesn’t make much sense but it will serve to piss off certain people on the internet. And now this is going to be taken down, isn’t it? Oh wait, this is tumbrl. This is anarchy. It won’t. Forgot why I liked this place for a second.

Scarlet: sorry for the rambling there. Anyway, Scarlet is definitely English. “I hope I don’t get sand in my shoes.”

Sage: well, he’s black, but other then that we have nothing to go one. He’s also from Mistral but that doesn’t really work? If Mistral is America as well as China I guess we can make him African American. Or whatever else works best for the AU. He might be Indian too now that I think of it. Or even Maori. Really options are limitless here.

Neptune: Yeah, so probably just American, but does have both a French last name and an Italian first name. So probably ethically American (aka white mutt). Also he lives near a port, I think I’m gonna gone with him being from Tacoma Washington because I am.

Flynt: African American

Neon: Japanese-American because of her meme (it started as part of Japanese pop song on YouTube, the latter of which is America summed up in one invention)

Oscar: Hispanic-American, he just looks it. And I’m guessing he lives in Kansas for obvious reasons. His last name isn’t Hispanic but their could be a lot of reasons for that. Or he could be Native American (Pawnee, Cheyenne, and Osage are all Native American tribes in Kansas).

Penny: well if she’s still a robot she probably stays white, but if you want her human in this AU she might end up being half black as Pietro is, although she also could just be adopted. I guess the later makes more sense, huh? I figure she’s American, with her dad working with a ‘well meaning’ but ultimately corrupt government. Probably living in DC, as that has both the government and the poverty issues.

Emerald: oohh, boy. This is hard. Sustrai is Basque, and Aladdin is a French addition to an Arabian story, she herself is dark skinned with anime features that are super unhelpful for this sorta thing.

I have three ideas. Brazilian, mostly as there’s no South American themed RWBY characters I can think of, and it’s diverse enough that someone looking like Emerald would fit. Secondly, for American centered stories she’s just an orphan with no idea of her ethnicity. Or she could be African, Indian, Pacific Islander, or Hispanic or some mixture between those four. It’s honestly really hard to tell. In my fanfic she’s from Suriname and ethnically 1/4 Indian, 1/2 Creole, and 1/4 Javanese.

Ilia: Sioux (Native American). Ilia means a lot of things in a lot of different languages, and Amitola mean rainbow in Sioux, so I decided to just stick with that.

Mercury: American, white mutt American. I’m guessing New York or Philli for where he grew up, it seems like a place where he’d be comfortable

Neo: the new novel reveals her father lived in vale (btw I haven’t read it, I’m just getting this off the internet) and her mother was a assassin who’s origins aren’t known. She doesn’t really have a fairy tale. So I’m going to go with British or French (thank RWBY thoughts for the first one) although in an American AU she works as just a white American.

Robyn: depends on what Atlas is in this AU, but probably German or American.

Qrow: I already mentioned he’s probably Chinese due to being from Mistral. It’s a bit weird to think of him as Asian, but not as weird as it to think of Raven as white, so I’ll take it. Although I do like the idea of him being American Irish, that’s fun.

Winter: whatever Atlas is in this AU, German or American, although British and Russian would work well too.

Maria: Mexican

Salem: If you want a AU where she’s just a normal person then New England or Italian for her story origin

Watts: British

Tyrian: uh…I have no idea, but he looks white. And he kinda has a British accent? I want him to be southern for the accent tho. Probably just another crazy American

Cinder: her fairy tale is French but her origin is Chinese. Also, Cinderella doesn’t really have an origin, it’s an ancient story with every culture having at least one Cinderella story. So I’m going to say Chinese.

Hazel: American, from the Midwest. He’s darkish so maybe he’s a POC? Part Native American or Hispanic? Idk or really care I can’t stand Hazel

Roman Torchwick: American-Italian, he runs/works for the mafia

Ozpin: American because of the whole wizard-of-Oz-thing or French, because he seems to have come from Vale.

Glynda: American or French for the same reasons Ozpin is

Oobleck: Jewish American (because Dr. Seuss was)

Professor Port: Russian, due to his fairy tale, or English, due to his style

Taiyang: already said he’s a red-neck Asian.

Raven: depending on whether you want her to be white or not, either Chinese or Irish American, like I already said.

Cordovin: Karen

Ironwood: again, depends on Atlas in the AU. Either American or German…maybe Russian

Clover: Irish-American (or German, obviously the ace-ops depend on where Atlas is. I’m just going to do the rest of them assuming Atlas is American because Germany isn’t that diverse)

Harriet: African-American, I guess. It kinda messes with the story because Harriet is supposed to be privileged, which doesn’t really work in this AU, but she’s also obviously black.

Elm: Just normal American, maybe greek-American because of the Aesop fable themes

Vine: Tibetan based on his design

Marrow: either African-American or Pakistani/Indian-American. (I’m personally going for Pakistani)

Klein: english. All butlers are English. It’s a rule.

Pietro: African-American

Johanna: Pakistani or Indian American

Fiona: Jewish-American (kinda random but while she’s obviously white she also needs to be a minority for the Faunus thing to work)

May: normal upper glass American/German

Ghira: Half Malay, Half Indian, from Malaysia but immigrated to Australia later in life

Kali: half Chinese, half Indian, but also from Malaysia

Adam: much like Fiona I’m going to assume he’s Jewish due to him being white but still needing to be a minority. German or American, again, depending on where Atlas is. Or he could be Chinese, even though it doesn’t work with his name, due to the theory that he was trafficked much like Cinder. I’m going with ethically Jewish though

Sienna Khan: Indian

Huh, I actually finished that. I’m pretty sure I was accidentally racist multiple times and apologize in advance,

I’m exhausted and starving and not thinking straight. But anyway, here it is. Your very messy guide to modern RWBY AUs. I swear this was insane to sort out.

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abundanceofnots · 3 years

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Ficlet idea: Now that Mickey’s using kevs gym he’s been giving guys tips from his prison workouts. Ian is NOT happy about the level of attention he gets when he stops by one day

(You can read this fic here, or on AO3.)

So, the KevFit membership was still a thing. Cool.

And, okay, listen. It wasn’t that Ian minded Mickey going to the gym. Of course, he didn’t. It was just the way this whole thing came to be that Ian wouldn’t call ideal.

Mickey liked to say Ian body-shamed him into working out, and frankly, Ian could see why he would.

They gave each other shit all the time. Laughed about hairy toes, prodded at each other’s saggy parts. And when they were both in the right headspace, it was just that—provoking banter. But Mickey, being the sensitive creature that he was, sometimes took it too close to heart.

And yeah, maybe Ian nagged him a few too many times about staying healthy after the lockdown started when Mickey’s only method of balancing out his liquid beer diet was riding Ian’s dick. But by then, it felt like they’d been occupying the same 1x1 bedroom for years, so it wasn’t exactly Ian’s fault.

If Mickey decided to go about it this way, great. Seriously. It only meant that Ian didn’t need to worry about getting his knuckles bruised anytime soon. And while he secretly mourned the loss of Mickey’s soft belly, he wasn’t going to complain. Not when Mickey looked the way he did now.

The thought was on Ian’s mind again that morning while he brushed his teeth over the bathroom sink, using the time on his hands to watch his husband in the mirror as he showered.

The curtain was only partially closed, just enough so that Mickey wasn’t splashing water around the tub while still leaving space for Ian to see him.

And boy, did he see him.

His broad shoulders. His arms stretching as he ran his hands through his wet hair. The dimples on his back. The marks Ian left on his ass when they fucked earlier.

When Mickey turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub, Ian found himself drawn to the little water droplets sliding over the Ian Galager tattoo and down his pecs, his abs, the V shape of his hips, and into his pubes.

Ian only realized he entirely forgot to move the toothbrush in his mouth when one corner of Mickey’s mouth curled into a teasing smirk.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Mickey asked, sounding smug as hell as he reached for his towel.

“Definitely not your ugly mug.”

Coming out all muffled, Ian’s words lost some of their intended edges. He angled himself back to the sink and spat.

“You have the tits of a 12-year-old girl,” he added quickly like there was a five-second rule for when you could still save your diss. He looked up just in time to see Mickey scrunch his face in mild outrage.

“Fuck off, these are C cups at least.”

“Like you're such an expert on those.”

Ian let out a low yelp as Mickey unexpectedly smacked his back, right around where his Monica tattoo was.

“Well, they're not your mom's tits, that's for sure,” Mickey noted through a sneer.

He then went back to drying himself, and Ian allowed himself to openly gawk at his slightly misty reflection again.

Several mechanical strokes of his toothbrush later, the thought came back, clouding his mind with an ugly feeling.

The intuitive thing would be to push it back and pretend like everything was okay, but they were married now and told each other shit, right? He had to say something.

“Going to the gym again today?” Ian asked eventually, trying to come off as noncommittal as he could with his mouth full and his eyes trained on the drain.

Obviously, he didn’t mind getting horny over his buff husband. No, the actual reason Ian was so bothered about all this was that other people now had free reigns to get horny over him as well.

You see, since Mickey started paying Kev’s gym his regular visits, he’d managed to attract a flock of followers. Fucking fans.

That, at least, was what Ian called them. Mickey, of course, didn’t see it like that. For him, they were paying customers.

“It’s easy money, man. And the crowd’s gettin’ bigger and bigger every week.” Mickey looked pleased as he wrapped the towel around his hips. “Anyway, it’s not like I have to do much. Most of the time, I just do my thing, and the bunch of ‘em stare at my ass.”

Ian bent forward and spat.

“So basically, they pay to jerk off your ego,” he pointed out, slumping his shoulders to show how totally unimpressed he was by that notion.

“’Xactly. And maybe something else, too.”

Mickey’s cackle followed him out into the hallway as he left Ian alone in the bathroom.

---

It was clearly a joke. A nasty joke that was supposed to leave a sting, but there was absolutely no need for Ian to worry. And he kept telling himself that all day—right until the moment he entered the badly-lit backroom of the Alibi and found himself in the company of a pack of Northsiders in designer label gym clothes.

Before he could spot Mickey anywhere among them, some blond guy in what seemed like an uncomfortably too tight a tank top came to his side.

„Looks like we have a newcomer in our midst.” The guy clicked his tongue, giving Ian an blatant once-over. “You here for the Mickeffect?”

„The what?“

„The Mickeffect. That’s what we call this class. Unofficially, of course, because the class is sorta kinda unofficial, too.” At that, he sniggered, which Ian immediately found annoying. “3pm, every Tuesday and Thursday. You from the Facebook group?”

Ian resisted the urge to scoff. “Uh, no.”

“Just lucky coincidence, then? Well, since you’re already here, I think you’re gonna enjoy yourself. The dude who leads this class is ex-con, so he knows all the right ways to abuse the body if you know what I mean.”

Clenching his fists inside the pockets of his sweatpants, Ian smiled politely and nodded. He wasn’t going to give this blond douchebag the satisfaction and punch him in the face. Not yet, at least.

“Hot as hell, too. And man, that ass. Simply de-licious. The whole thing actually only went off after I posted a video of him doing squats. Got 50k views in a day, a whole article on PinkNews a week later. The title was The Ex-con Hunk Who Makes Chicagoans Sweat Like Crazy – And Then Tells Them Off. Funny.”

The guy shrugged in this wannabe innocent you know how it is way. Ian was relieved to realize he really, really didn’t.

“We get new people all the time, but the return rate is terrible,” Blond Douchebag continued, amazingly. “Most of the boys come for Mickey but then leave with someone else. Maybe you’ll get lucky here, too.”

“I’m married,“ Ian retorted, hoping it would be enough to make him stop talking.

But Blond Douchebag didn’t even blink. “Yeah, so are some of the guys here. And he is, too, but I don’t think he’s the typa guy who would be deterred by that.“

Careful there, pal, Ian thought. Or you might find your pretty face landing very unprettily on a beer keg.

“Oh, hey!“

The familiar voice came out of nowhere, prematurely ending Ian’s plans to show this complete dickwad the practical meaning of the word concussion.

His head snapped to his right where Mickey was now standing, his eyes carefully roaming over Ian. There was a softness in them for a moment before his whole face morphed into a smirk.

„Came to learn something from the expert?” he teased.

Ian clenched his jaw. “Something like that.”

As Mickey moved past them, Blond Douchebag gave Ian a sly wink.

---

Ian wasn’t sure what kind of problems the snooty Northsiders could possibly be dealing with in their private lives, but this whole thing seemed to have almost therapeutical effects on them.

Mickey called them Ansel Elgort (not a compliment) or White Kanye West (also not a compliment) while he listened to their crap, and they giggled like teenage girls. He yelled at them for being pussies, and they were only a touch away from popping a boner. It made zero fucking sense.

And Mickey, well. The dickhead was so clearly giving them an upgraded version to his usual performance. Biting his bottom lip all the time. Flexing his muscles a little too hard. Grabbing everyone’s attention by letting out these exaggerated grunts.

Ian officially reached his bullshit limit when Mickey finished off a set of pull-ups and promptly took his shirt off to wipe his face. The way everything around him seemed to come to a stop for a hot minute had Ian’s eyes rolling.

It was totally ridiculous. Were these guys really so desperate?

Getting a better grip on the skipping rope he was using, Ian caught Mickey watching him, his brows arched, the dare behind them so plain and obvious.

And yeah, okay, asshole. Two could play this game.

“You know what,” Ian started out loud so everyone could hear him. He let the rope fall to his feet and instead tugged his own shirt off. “We did things a little differently in the army.”

His grin widened when he heard one of the guys audibly gulp.

---

“Fifty!”

“One hundred!”

“Fuck off, you can’t do one hundred push-ups in one go.”

“With one hand behind my back.”

Maybe kneeling on the feet of two wheezing guys doing sit-ups wasn’t the best time to have a whispered shouting match with your husband, but honestly, Ian couldn’t give two shits. Mickey was seriously pissing him off—and like hell was he going to let him win. Even if it was just this one petty argument.

“You need stamina when you’re the top. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to do all the fucking work while the bottom just lies there.”

“Oh, oh, please! Tell us more about your workouts in the army. Was this before or after you tried to run away from there by stealing a damn helicopter?”

They were suddenly aware that their periphery vision got surprisingly still. Almost in tandem, they looked down at the alarmed expressions of their trainees.

“Did I fuckin’ tell you to stop, Asthma Boy?” Mickey grumbled at his guy. “Gimme three more sets of twenty!”

---

Blond Douchebag must have taken a genuine liking to him because he later offered to cover Ian as he pounded into the punching bag. And while he technically did hold onto the punching bag, his eyes were always on Mickey.

“Wonder who Ian is,” he mused as he observed Mickey’s topless form. “Think it’s the husband? Probably doesn’t even realize what a hot piece of ass he’s got at home.”

Too easy. It would be entirely too easy to pretend Ian’s hand slipped and he hit him by mistake, and he wasn’t going to stoop that low. He wasn’t.

Taking in a deep breath, Ian started punching harder.

He wasn’t.

“Everything okay here?”

Mickey had his shirt tucked under the elastic band of his pants, and from the corner of his eyes, Ian couldn’t help but notice the light sheen of sweat that covered his face and upper body. He wasn’t the only one.

“Oh, more than okay,” Blond Douchebag practically purred.

Punch. Punch. Punch.

“Whoa, Ian, hey.” Mickey sounded worried. “Take it easy, man.”

And fucking finally, that seemed to have done the job. Because Blond Douchebag wasn’t looking at Mickey anymore, he was looking back at Ian, and his bravado was long gone. Now, there was childlike fear in his stance, and Ian almost pitied him.

“Oh shit. You’re Ian,” he managed before the next punch landed right into his face, knocking him down on the floor.

Panting, Ian stood over him as he clutched his bleeding nose.

“Yes, I’m Ian,” he snarled at him. “And his ass is all mine.”

Someone gripped his arm then.

“Okay, the show’s over, Muhammad Ali. Better get out of here,” Mickey muttered as he pushed Ian across the gym, past all the Northside wimps who seemed too tired to do anything other than being in shock. “Come on. Ian, come the fuck on!”

From the Alibi, they ran. Sprinted along the streets and over honking cars, zig-zagged through commuters, and flipped off those who wolf-whistled at their half-naked bodies. They ran until they ended up in a dirty alley with no one else in sight, their sides on fire, and broke into a fit of laughter.

Ian only realized Mickey brought his shirt when he used it to slap his chest.

“Jealous fucker.”

“Shut the fuck up. Wasn’t jealous.”

But Mickey was still wearing that suggestive whatcha gonna do now smirk, and his lips were shiny from being licked over just a second ago, and so the next thing Ian knew, he was pushing him against a wall and kissing him thoroughly.

His hands went to Mickey’s ass, lifting him up just slightly as his fingers dug in, and Ian pulled back to let out a moan.

“Mm, I fuckin’ love your ass.”

Mickey groaned. “Jesus Christ, please don’t tell me all of this was because of my ass.”

Leaning down again, Ian murmured into his mouth: “Isn’t it always?”

#sorry anon this took FOREVER #hope it makes you laugh at least #they're being dumb and competitive and in love #just how we like 'em #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fic #gallavich #writing prompt #my fics

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a-dragons-journal · 3 years

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Hello again. This is the 5-part anon from earlier. I wrote a long response to your post and I think it’d be more convenient to dump the text in a pastebin than split it into asks. The link is going to expire in a few months, so I recommend copying the contents into its own post rather than posting the link: pastebin. com / 2r49iein

I had, sorry; you've just caught me in the lead-up to and midst of finals week, so I haven't been answering asks as quickly as usual, especially ones that will take a significant amount of time and energy xD (No worries about checking in, though, Tumblr does have a horrible habit of eating asks and it's good to check! And also my ADHD no-object-permanence ass will see an ask, go "I'll respond to that later," and then forget it exists sometimes with no Tumblr interference necessary, so good to check for that reason too xD)

Hello again. This is the 5-part anon from earlier. Thank you for your thoughtful answer. First off, I want to apologize to anyone who may have been hurt by my words on the topic of otherheartedness, copinglink, etc. I did not mean to in any way minimize the importance of these identities for others. Because I felt I didn’t have the "right" to claim a "full" otherkin identity, I felt like I had to settle for something that simply didn’t fit my experience, which led to my frustrated, generalized words.

With that out of the way, I’ve been giving what you said some thought. I have to admit I never really participated in otherkin communities, only watching from afar. It’s good to know that I "qualify" as otherkin, but I wonder if it’s such a good idea for me to identify that way. I have so few experiences in common with most otherkin that I would probably feel *more* alienated by calling myself that, not *less*. In my experience, forcing myself into an identifier that is technically correct but feels wrong/bad is not the way to go. At any rate, I’ll describe my feelings in more detail, just because I’m really curious to know if you’ve ever heard of anyone similar, or if this reminds you of anything. I apologize if some of it is repetitive or if it jumps from topic to topic without making much sense.

Some parts of otherkin… culture, I guess? Baffle me. For example, needing to narrow down one’s exact species or the cause/origin of one’s identification as nonhuman. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it’s not valid; just that I don’t personally see the point? All the rules about who gets to call themself otherkin feel constraining to me, because I guess there’s not really any other term that fits, but even that one doesn’t fit that well, so I’m kinda stuck between a rock and a hard place.

So I’m more inclined to just say, yeah, I’m a bird. Do I behave like a bird? Do I have bird instincts? Not really, but I’m still a bird. Adopting an otherkin identity throws a wrench in that, making me feel like a failed nonhuman, because it’s *hard* not to feel invalid when everyone else seems completely different from you. If anything, I feel more valid doing my own thing! I didn’t come to this bird identity because I felt like I was Different somehow and needed to find an explanation for it (been there, done that with the autism, lol). Instead I came to it because it felt good, and right, and it made me happy.

You say since I don’t know if I chose this or not, it’s unlikely to be voluntary. I guess I just… feel weird about this? I don’t really have words to describe it. Maybe it boils down to "does it matter?". And I know when it comes to the term "otherkin", it *does* matter, which is kind of one of my problems with it.

I looked at that daemonism post you reblogged and found myself relating to the way Rook described Tukuxa: "She lacks a shark’s instincts, fears and drives - but her core is still shark." I wouldn’t say I *lack* these things, just that I simply don’t have them. Do I have a human mind in a human brain? Sure, but that doesn’t mean I have to be a human, nor does it make me any less of a bird. It makes me happy to conceptualize myself as a bird, to design my own appearance as a bird with qualities that can’t physically exist in this world, to daydream of flight. Is that such an uncommon experience?

I have a headmate who is a dragon. She was born as a dragon, she looks like a dragon, she simply Is A Dragon. She’s not dragonkin, she’s not based on any fictional dragon, she just… is. (Not to say that dragonkin folks aren’t dragons, just that she doesn’t identify as dragonkin.) But she doesn’t have any of the typical dragon traits you might expect; like me she has a "human mind" in a "human brain", and yet she’s just a dragon. I guess it’s sorta the same with me.

I just feel like it’s better for me to say "I’m [X]" and keep the specifics to myself. Despite these asks, I have no intention of holding my identities up to the scrutiny of others. If I say I’m a thing, I could mean it in a number of ways. Total or partial identification as/with, or even just a passing attachment. Ultimately, it’s my business, and trying to define it beyond just "I am this thing" or "I relate to this thing" or "This thing is me" feels sort of obnoxious? (For context, I do have nonhuman identities other than a bird, I just used that one as an example/shorthand.)

I guess that about covers everything. What do you think? If your followers/anyone who sees this wants to chime in, I’ll be looking at the notes. Thanks again!

(Regarding the 'hearted/'linker stuff, I figured that wasn't what you meant in your previous asks; I just wanted to bring it up because it's a conflation that gets made a lot, accidentally or on purpose.)

Honestly, these are all incredibly valid points, and if you just want to call yourself nonhuman or bird but not otherkin/therian then that's entirely up to you. If the label doesn't work for you, then it doesn't work for you! You are not obligated to use every label that you technically fit under (gods know I don't), and I didn't mean to imply so - just to make it clear that it's available to you if you do want it. I can see now that I probably kind of missed the point in that response.

And you're right that frankly, even though there is a wide range of experiences under the otherkin umbrella, there's also a set of common experiences that almost everyone seems to share at least a few of, and when you don't share those I can imagine it makes it kind of hard to connect with others in the community. Unfortunately, like I said, I don't know that there's a way around that other than trying to host a platform for those atypical experiences to speak, which is a good idea but probably not very effective in practice because of the sheer numbers game.

So you've decided you're probably better off not trying to make the "otherkin" label or community fit, and that's entirely valid - I guess the question is, what now? If you're wanting to find others with similar experiences to you, you still need somewhere to look, and it seems like this isn't it.

You might want to look into other nonhuman terms - "nonhuman" and "transspecies" come to mind, and while neither of these might fit you, they do collect different subcultures that might be less alienating for you or easier to find others with similar experiences within. The broader "alterhuman" label may also be useful, though that can be a bit like trying to find a needle in a haystack just because of how many things are included in "alterhuman" and I don't know that you'd have any better luck than with "otherkin".

Or you might want to try older platforms, if you haven't already - forums, IRCs if they still exist. The community wasn't always as focused on some of the things you noted as it is now (pinning down a specific species, voluntary vs involuntary, etc.), and platforms with a population that trends toward people who've been around longer sometimes still have more of that culture than Tumblr and Discord tend to, though they come with their own problems of course.

Ultimately, if "I'm a bird" is the easiest way to communicate your experiences, then that's that on that. These words only exist because people find them useful - if you don't find them useful, don't feel like you have to use 'em. As far as finding community when so much of the otherkin community feels alienating to you, I'm afraid that's all I've got - y'all got anything for anon?

#otherkin #alterhuman #nonhuman #transspecies #rani talks #community talk #asked and answered #anonymous

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