#also like I did not get the idea of fear affecting the town and making people turn on the pack

[feelingtheaster99]

I finally finished the end of the last season of Teen Wolf this week, and I almost wish I didn’t because I think the Season 6A plot would’ve been a better ending

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Drabble request (feel free to say no :) )

(Comic) due to the after events of the book, Ambrosius is in the hospital and feels horrible, physically and mentally, and the treatments they are giving him are making him sick and very anxious, so he asks ballister to visit him in hospital, and plays the whole “hopeless romantic” so that he stays and Ambrosius feels better, but ballister can see right through it, and doesn’t want to admit it, but he visits him anyways.

Yippieee!!! Loved this request as I'm working on a longer Ambrosius Hospital Fic rn \(^^)/

I currently still have one req still in the works because I'm struggling to get it started, but it is on it's way! Anyway I hope you enjoy this drabble :,)

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Ambrosius groaned softly. He had no idea how long he'd been here. The doctors said it had been four days, but he didn't really believe that. The painkillers and heavy antibiotics– and maybe also the brain injury– made time melt together. All he ever really looked forward to were visits from Ballister. Ballister had visited him often when he was still hospitalized, but he was discharged at some point. 

Not like he had any reason to visit Ambrosius. Fuck. Everything was such dogshit. The Institution, the thing he dedicated his whole life to, was gone. The King to whom he swore allegiance was dead. Not that any of that mattered, he'd already been demoted to a grunt rank in the Institution because he fucked up at doing the only thing he was supposed to be good at. 

Nobody respected him. Nobody liked him. Certainly nobody loved him. And on top of that, he felt nothing but pain and nausea and confusion all the time. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to vomit, but he did it often. The antibiotics were tearing his guts apart. The beta blockers made him even more weak and exhausted than he was already. The painkillers disoriented him and didn't even seem to do much, and also worked together with the anticonvulsants to make him sick as a dog. He couldn't help but wish that Ballister had just left him in that facility to be disintegrated instantly.

Why did Ballister save him if he wasn't even gonna be here? Was it just to punish him? What was going to happen to him after all this? With no job, unable to walk, unable to see out of one eye, no home, he'd end up back on the streets. He was terrified and woke up crying constantly. He wanted his Ballister here. He wanted Ballister to hold his hand and kiss his forehead and tell him everything would be okay. As if he had any claim to Ballister at all. 

Eventually he couldn't take it anymore, and he weakly dialed the number in his phone.

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Ballister had been a wreck ever since he was discharged. He felt guilty about Nimona and Ambrosius and the town and everything. He wanted to be there for Ambrosius, who at this point was all he had left, but in addition to the pain and mixed feelings he suffered whenever he was around, he feared his presence didn't even help. Whenever he sat with Ambrosius, the man looked so guilty and miserable he couldn't meet his eyes. Making Ambrosius feel like shit about himself certainly wouldn't aid in his recovery. Plus, being in hospitals was more than a little triggering for him. He didn't like to see the pain from the worst day of his life reflecting off Ambrosius's face.

But standing around this empty warehouse, without Nimona's snark or laughter, barely felt like anything either.

He jumped when his phone rang with Ambrosius's number. “Hello?” 

“Hiii…” the voice on the other end was weak. “I've missed you, darling.” 

Ballister cleared his throat. “Ambrosius, you should be resting.” 

“How can I possibly rest without you here? I'm sick and in dreadful shape, and the object of my affection isn't even here to distract me with his handsome face.” 

Blushing, Ballister looked down. More guilt, fun. Obviously he was high as a kite while also being at rock bottom. It was obvious what he was doing. He was playing it like he was being cute and flirty, but he was groveling. He was prone on the floor groveling for Ballister’s attention. For him to be there, to hold his hand.

“My darling, if only I could hear your voice and see your face, I certainly would feel better. If you're not busy, that is.” 

Ballister snorted. He never could resist Ambrosius's begging. 

He arrived at the hospital an hour later, and he swore a blue light flickered behind Ambrosius's eye when he saw him. “You came!” He smiled as broadly as he could without ripping the stitches in his cheek. 

“Of course, I couldn't leave my… my beloved gentleman caller all by himself, could I?” He smiled and took his hand. Ambrosius squeezed it.

“I'm happy you're here.” His voice was exhausted. His face said so many things his mouth couldn't.

Ballister stroked his hair. “I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to be afraid.”

“If I go to sleep, will you stay? Will you hold my hand until I wake up?” 

A lump caught in Ballister's throat. “Of course I will.”

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

There Was an Attempt:

Forever After AU

TW// Violence, cursing, also google translated Spanish

[A universe where the MC lets the immortality get to her head and turns into a cruel, self-absorbed, arrogant ass. So MC is a big asshole here, I’m sorry. I also like to believe that this is the version in the universe where Shrek wasn’t born (Shrek: Forever After). How does that affect MC’s life if she’s never met Shrek in the first place? I have no idea. But I had fun, so I hope you do too.]

(Alternate title: MC pulls a Jack Horner)

Santa de las estrellas.

La eterna.

La joven.

He’s heard many people call her many names, lift their arms up to praise her as if she were a god. It filled him with unbridled rage the more he heard about her, his claws itching to get ahold of her soul and drag her down where she belonged. It had to be a fluke, her immortality. A scam that’s waiting to be publicized, and swore to the men and women and children she scammed that he’d be the one to show her lies, and once he does, he’ll let her ‘followers’ finish the job for him. He wasn’t Justice, of course not. But there was still satisfaction in wiping the arrogance off those that are filled with it.

The town she was living in was plastered with many posters and graffiti of her symbol, a symbol that was meant to give hope and show people that all she needed was their loyalty and they too, shall live for as long as she has. People were bowing to their foreheads to a false deity that feeds off their hope and their gold, throwing it into boxes in churches that were reformed just to show their love and loyalty towards her in hopes that they wouldn’t have had to face their demise.

Death was a frightening thing, he understood that, he was frightening and oftentimes quick to collect those far too early. But what he is is also necessary. The one thing that made life good enough to live was how sudden it was. It made people understand that with what little time they have, they have to make the most of it.

But this la eterna takes the meaning of life away from peoples hands, taking their gold and telling them that she’ll make them eternal, too. Feeding them with false hopes and false words that turned this once happy town into what it is now. Silent. Compliant. People littered the streets begging for food because they valued their gifts to her more than their own basic needs.

He sighed as an old woman cradling her child lifted a shaking cup up to him. Fishing a coin out of his pocket, he kneels down to her height, handing it to her and looking down at her shivering daughter. “Don’t give it to la eterna, she does not have your needs in mind but her own.”

“She gives us strength,” the mother shut her eyes as if in a silent prayer, and he could feel the anger in him burning even more. Not at this woman, of course, he could never truly hate mortals for their fear of him. He understood why they did, but he would be lying if he said it never hurt him more than once. “Death is frightening.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” He replies with a sigh. “It’s necessary.”

“I lost my youngest son,” She hissed, glaring into his eyes as she clutched her child closer to her. “Tell me, lobo, when is losing a child ever necessary?”

He couldn’t answer that. So instead he gave a stiff nod, pushing himself back to his feet. The woman’s words echoed in his mind, and filled his stomach with a sense of dread as he goes on to walk his previous path. It wasn’t him who had the say on who died and who lived, especially the time and how they will meet their demise, no, that was The Fates’ job, he was simply there to deliver their souls to the underworld.

Soon finding himself in front of the doors of la eterna’s mansion, he could hear the sound of celebration muffled from the outside world. He could hear laughter and squealing as well as music coming from the inside as his paws find their way into the hilt of his sickles. It wasn’t the first time he would crash a party, he’d collected a lot of important people during important events. Most of the time they didn’t deserve such a public death, but oftentimes, it couldn’t be helped. He never found joy in any of those times, but this one? Oh, he’ll enjoy this one dearly.

He pushed open the doors, the cool wind entering the room and blowing all the lit flames of the candles that hung upon golden candelabras, the music and laughter coming to a halt as darkness swallowed the room. His eyes flitted to the snobby and feared looks that came from la eterna’s circus of dukes and duchesses, then finally landed on the one that sat in the middle of it all, at the far end of the room in a beautifully handcrafted throne.

She sat there with barely a smidge of amusement in her expression, draped and wearing the finest of silks he’s only ever seen be written about in stories of some of the mortal’s gods and goddesses.

“Santa de las estrellas,” He takes a step inside the room, the crowd immediately parting as he walks, not liking the way his scarlet eyes glossed over them with disgust and anger they didn’t want to get in the way of. “La eterna,” His voice boomed over the silent hush of the room, and the more he took a closer step, the more he could see how unbothered she truly was. “La joven.”

“Nacido del río de la vida,” He continues, having the chants of the people already engraved in his brain. “Ella ha venido a traer juventud a todos.” His footsteps come to a halt at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to her throne, forcing a smile on his lips as he looks up at her. “I assume that it’s you they’re talking about?”

She only hummed, but as her eyes met his own, a smirk tugged up at her lips. “I would hope so,” she grinned. “I might get jealous with whomever gets your attention.” She tries to cup his cheek, but before her fingers could even dare graze his fur, a cry of pain escapes her lips, a gasp washing over the crowd as the sound of his sickles scraping against one another cut through the silence louder than her cry, and he could hear the people behind him begin to panic. He waited for the sound of blood to drip to the floor, and its sound would be the most satisfying thing he would ever hear, except he was only met with the sounds of her angered breaths as she glared up at him, eyes burning with a searing hate as she cradled her shaking hand close to her chest.

What in the—?

Her guards were on his side in less than a second, their swords pointed to his neck and yet always faltering when they dared try to step closer to him, the glint of his sickles underneath the morning light that shone above her throne more than enough to scare them off.

“What is wrong with you?!” She shrieked, shaking the hand that he had tried to slice and catching no more than a glimpse of a bruise where his blade had met her skin. “Do you have any idea how long that takes to heal?!”

Her angered voice cracked through the silence much louder than before, and it caused the people behind him and the guards beside them a lot more than discomfort but also fear. He couldn’t help but clench his hands tighter against the handles of his sickles in realization. She had everything wrapped around her finger. Their desires, their hopes, their dreams, and especially their fear. A simple sound of anger and displeasure from their saint then that would mean she’d take away all the life she had given them.

He didn’t speak, but only glared as she scowled, her lips pulled back as she turned to one of the servants, who had immediately bowed to his knees and produced a fine longsword from his back, offering it up to her with his head bowed and arms raised.

“You want to fight me?” He laughed as she took the hilt in her hand, easily twirling the blade as the people began to dissipate from the center of the room, walking up to highground where they would be able to spectate the upcoming fight much clearer.

“You raise a blade to me and think I’ll let you walk freely?” She scoffed, testing the sharpness of her blade with a finger running along its edge. He expected no blood to drip, just like what happened before, but to his surprise, dark red began to pour on the sides of the blade, and the people that watched above began to jitter, their hushed voices causing a stir. Even the guards beside him looked at the dripping blood with worry, and he wondered what the fuss was about.

She places her bleeding fingertip inside her mouth with a satisfied hum, removing it with a pop and the wound was gone with not a trace left of it being there in the first place, save for the blood that ran down her finger and to her palm.

He found himself taking a cautious step back as she took one step forward.

She notices his confusion, grinning from ear to ear in amusement. “What’s the matter? Did you really think that I’m not as real as I make myself out to be?” She swung the sword in circles on her side, a laugh escaping her. “I may be an asshole, but I’m not a monster, you know.”

“You steal from the poor and let them starve while you party in your mansion, living a careless life while theirs waste away,” He growled, and the sound causes the guards to lift their swords higher to his neck, and she simply waves them away with a huff, rolling her eyes.

“Go away, I’ll handle this.” She ordered.

“But—”

“I said go!” Her screech would’ve hurt his ears, the two guards flinching and then running away. She scoffed, turning her attention back to him with a sickly sweet smile.

“You’re sweet, really,” she placed a hand to her chest, “I’ve never seen anyone care so much about those people outside. Except for me, of course. But I’m not stealing from them.” She walks past him, and he turns to watch her steps, heels clicking against the floor. “I’m only giving them what they want. They pay me to give them hope, to give them more time. I wouldn’t call that stealing now, would you?”

He clutched his sickles and then swung, a gasp echoing over the crowd that he had forgotten was looking at them from above. But she had simply used her hand to grab at his blade, a look of pain crossing her face as she did so, but no wound opened up in her palm, and no blood dripped.

“Can we really not talk this out over a date?” She grinned, batting her eyelashes at him. “I like you, you… intrigue me.” Her eyes flitted from his own, then downwards as if to check him out, before shifting her gaze back to meet with his glare, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. “And it’s been so long since I’ve had any fun.”

He scoffed, pulling his blade away from her grasp and then taking another swing. This time, she blocked it with her sword, the sound of metal clashing and sliding across one another echoing as she quickly turned and swung her sword. He jumps back to dodge the swing, swiftly shifting and ducking down to slice at her side, the silk ripping as a pained gasp pushing past her lips, a hand coming to grip her side.

There was no blood. So far the only time he’s ever seen her bleed was with that sword. So if he could take it from her…

He was pulled back from his thoughts at the sound of her heels clicking against the floor. She swung upward once again, and metal echoed in the room as he trapped the blade in between his sickles, her own eyes glaring up at him with hatred that reflected his own.

“You won’t leave this mansion alive,” he hissed, and she laughed, breaking away from him, yellow sparks flying as their blades scratched against the other.

“I’d love to see you try, lobo,” she points the end of her sword at his face, a grin stretching her lips. “And when you fail— I already have a collar ready for you to wear.”

He could feel the anger burn his insides, and he relentlessly swung at her. If she can’t bleed, then fine, he’ll tire her out until she drops her blade.

Swinging at her cheek, she stumbled back a bit, a look of annoyance crossing her face that made his lips tug in a smirk, and when she swung, her palm clashed against the blade, letting the blood drip down the floor. The crowd gasps.

Idiota. He thought. Maybe she was too arrogant for her own good. Maybe this would’ve been easier than he thought it would be, and she’ll die by her own hands.

When he swung, she slid back to dodge, using her injured hand to stop herself and causing a smear of blood to stain the floor underneath. She ran to his side, but before she could get any closer, he swipes at her cheek, and this time he succeeds as an angered grunt escapes her. He swings his leg, and kicks her in the gut, the pain enough to send her stumbling back as she lands to her knees, clutching the sword with its blade pointed downward, her bleeding palm staining the floor yet again.

“Had enough? I thought you had more fight in you than that,” he scoffed, twirling his blade against the other, the sparks shining in his eyes.

She didn’t bother to reply, the pain too much to bear as she pushed herself back up to her feet.

He lunged, and she caught his swipe with her blade, lifting a leg to kick him in the gut but his hand caught her ankle and threw her to the other end of the room. Her back hit the wall with a sickening ‘crack!’ and she drops to the ground, using her injured hand to crawl forward and staining the floor with a sloppy red line.

She stood, knees almost buckling from how badly they shook and yet a grin on her lips that made his own drop and shift into a scowl.

“Still fighting?”

“Oh, believe me, I’m just getting started,” she chuckled, shaking her head to get the dizziness from her brain, she lunged, and he simply shifted to the side, using one foot to trip her, catching herself with her palms as she landed on the floor with a pained ‘oof’. The crowd erupted in hushed laughter, one that brought a bit of victory in him as he grinned down at the pissed off look on her face.

“Your own court is laughing at your poor attempts to fight,” he hummed. She was close to dropping the sword, he could take it now and be over and done with it, but he let himself bask in the victory.

“I don’t think they’re laughing at me.” She grinned, and the smug look on his face dropped, his brows furrowed as he looked up at the people that looked down on them, their looks smug and even amused.

His ears strained to listen to what they were talking about, and he found his stomach dropping in realization.

He turned to eye the smears of blood along the walls and floor.

She didn’t hit her hand against the blade on accident, she was—

The red stains from the floor glowed a bright red, chains quickly erupting from the ground, the crowd’s laughter sounding more and more sinister as the chains wrapped tightly around his arms and legs, pulling him down to his knees as she stood to her feet, a victorious grin on her lips. One chain wrapped around his neck, pulling his head down in an obedient bow.

As she walked towards him, the crowd cheered, and she knelt down to his height. He wanted to hurt her, wanted to wipe that grin off her face but whenever he dared move, a searing burn came down his arms and legs, the tightness of the chains growing that it made it even harder to breathe.

“Had enough? I thought you had more fight in you than that?” She parroted his own words in a sickeningly sweet tone, and her hands cupped his cheek, using the flat of her thumb to wipe his cheek. He growls and snaps his jaws up at her, causing her to back away with a gasp, her satisfied expression falling into an annoyed one.

“Behave,” she hissed. “Or I’ll muzzle you.”

“Let me go,” he growled. “Coño, do you understand what you’ll be doing if you keep me like this?”

“That I’ll be getting a new lapdog?”

The crowd laughed, and he could feel the burning along his neck, legs and wrist as he tried to get out his restraints.

“Such a shame, really,” She sighed, walking away from him as a servant came up and kneels down, presenting to her a wooden box that she opened, taking what was inside that made his ears fall back, his red eyes trying to burn through her with a glare that could send kings and emperors on their knees. “I would have loved to get to know you better.”

She walked towards him and he’d be damned if he’d allow her to collar him. He twisted and turned, not minding the way the chains gripped and burned him, a cry of pain escaping him as the one on his neck grew tight.

“¡cálmate!” She places a hand on his cheek, and his body goes rigid, the tightness of the chains ebbing away. “That’s it,” she hummed, her nails scratching at the side of his cheek as she leaned forward, wrapping the collar in his neck and finally locking it in place. “See? Wasn’t that easy?”

“As I said, I would have loved to get to know you better if you hadn’t come marching in here trying to kill me,” She scoffed, leaning back and cupping his cheek as he could do nothing but glare. “But oh well, I suppose in another universe we could’ve talked this out much better than we did now.” Giving him a peck on the cheek, he flinched.

When she pulled back, he snarled, spitting on her face. The crowd fell in a silent hush, and (Y/n) wiped the spit on her cheek with a scoff, flicking her wrist and scowling at the smug look on the wolf's face.

“Guards!” She called out, standing to her feet as her guards grabbed the ends of the chains into their hands. He tried to wiggle out their grip, but that only resulted in that burning pain yet again and he immediately stopped his attempts to escape. “Take him to the trophy room.”

One guard tugged much harsher than he thought they would, a growl rumbling from his chest as they tried to drag him away.

“You don’t know what forces you’re messing with, bruja!” He growled, making sure to let her hear the hate and anger with every syllable of his words. “When I get out of here I’ll kill you! And I’ll collect your soul like I should’ve done years ago!”

The threat made her freeze in her spot, and the sounds of people piling back as the party resumed from before felt distant as she stared blankly at her golden throne, her fingers curling in her bleeding palm.

“I’ll be looking forward to it, lobo.” She sighed, then turned back to the crowd with a forced grin, and yet, they could care less whether or not she was satisfied or happy. So long as they get what they want from her. Clapping her hand, she pointed to the band. “Now where’s the music? This is supposed to be a party, not a funeral!”

The crowd laughed at the joke, and she simply fell back down on her throne, a servant coming up to serve her another chalice filled with wine, drinking one glass after the other ‘till this day faded on just like the others, until she blacked out drunk and fell to the stone cold floor with nothing but the pain of knowing the eternity that awaits for her the next day.

All he could do as he stood there wrapped in chains was follow the guards that took him to wherever this 'trophy room' was, the anger that bubbled inside of him felt infinite as he mulled over his hatred, his jaw clenching as he glared at the ground, the feel of the collar around his neck only setting that anger in stone.

It didn't take long for the guards to tug him in another direction, a long hallway lined with wooden doors, with golden bars on top engraved with different texts. Sometimes, his ear twitched as the sound of despair and cries echoed from behind each door that they passed, and he wondered what other creatures she had behind them and if he'd ever get to meet any of them soon.

They turned another corner, and finally opened a door from the end of the hallway, pulling him in where his shoulders tensed at the sight of skulls that hung on each wall, their names engraved underneath.

He couldn't read any of them, not from where he stood as the guards latched the ends of his chains on an already prepared lock. Scanning the many skulls that circled the shelves of the room, he spotted creatures that varied species, and he even spotted a few human skulls that littered the collection, underneath their skulls were weapons of some sort, whether it be a dagger, a bow and arrow, or some other magical item. The answer as to what this room could be didn't hit him until he heard his own two sickles being hung underneath an empty space, and his grip on the chains around him tightened.

These were previous bounty hunters. Their skulls hung on the walls like trophies.

And he was next.

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Santa de las estrellas= Saint of the stars

La eterna= The Undying

La joven= The Youthful

Nacido del río de la vida, Ella ha venido a traer juventud a todos= Born from the river of life, she has come to bring youth to all.

Coño= Cunt

[cristallsnoww]

4*Town Headcanons

dropping these before the manga is released, still shocked by the announcement 😭

some of these not hcs they are facts tho

had this in the drafts for a while

Robaire

- 20 yo

- super chill personality, yet his charisma overflows with charm that pulls you in

- the ace of the group, the whole package: sing, rap, dance, songwrite (technically not a HC but i wanted to use the term lol)

- was scouted from a Youtube video of him covering a song

- he knew he was auditioning for being a group, but was still amazed when actually meeting the members because they were so talented

- compliments his members in French whenever (trés bien, magnifique etc.)

- he thought of the idea of unbuttoning one button on his top to show his stomach and the stylists fully supported him

- reads books to get inspiration for songs and on his free time

- his favorite flower is the red rose

- super kind to his staff and treat them like friends (wishing happy birthday or asking about their personal lives or opinions on things)

- writes the most beautiful poems, very romantic

- cares the most about his fans, very interactive and doesn’t mind a autograph or photo when he accidentally bumps into one

- there was a evaluation where each member tried to take on leader duties and at the end, they all voted Robaire, it was obvious but it was insisted to help get to know one another better and see each other’s strengths and weaknesses

- Tae Young is like a younger brother to him, his hope

- Jesse is like the cool older brother that he can depend on when things get stressful, the member he really looks up to

- Aaron T and Aaron Z are like his two twin cousins who he can have fun with

- says “i love you” a lot to his members, he’s very vocal about respect and love for them

- his favorite type of kiss is the French kiss 😳

- he has the best fashion taste of the band, second being Tae Young, then Z and Jesse, and lastly T.

Tae Young

- 18 yo

- bubbly personality, he’s the “happy virus” and mood maker of the group

- since he’s youngest, they treat him with special care, such as accepting his physical affection even if they aren’t the touchy type

- names his fostered doves after the members or magical names

- really looks up to his members and during their early days, he cried because he was afraid of pulling the group down, and they assured him he did not and had a special place in 4*town only he could fill (youngest, and the cutest charm, also his vocals)

- loves to snack, willing to accept any food or restaurant recommendations his fans recommend

- grew up with sisters and a nice household that encouraged his creativity, such as painting his nails

- his favorite colors are pastels

- most in tune with each member’s interests: he would attempt French with Robaire and help choose words for poems, joins Jesse in making ceramics and gushing about art, join in whatever fun “T” has up his sleeves (pranks) or learn acrobatics with him, and he would play basketball with “Z” and freestyle choreos with him

- works out the least, but it’s one of his goals, fans express fear because they “will miss their baby” when the time comes. usually dances or does yoga

- can tolerate spicy food really well

- is into K-pop and that was his inspiration to audition for 4*town, he honed his singing and dancing skills by himself mostly from watching videos, from all the karaoke sessions he did and dance classes his parents signed him up for too.

- his natural hair color is black

- he decorates the mirror in their tour bus with cute stickers and affirmations written on post it notes for all the members to see

- he beatboxes for the group, when he’s bored, he would make random beats and the members would do acapella around it if they wanted to

- calls the members “hyung” (meaning older brother in Korean) by habit

- loves to back hug his members to surprise them. he gets really flustered when someone else does it to him though ! 🥺

- he bought face wash headbands for each of the members for their birthdays (cat ears for Jesse, bunny ears for T, a frog eyes for Robaire, and bear ears for Z, and a bow one for himself)

Jesse

- 21 yo

- down-to-earth personality, very humble and loving

- the pillar of the group since he’s the oldest and sensible member along with Z

- he sang on his free time while he was studying in art school, his friends loved it so much they recommended him to audition

- works out the most (look at those guns man, carrying Priya in one arm in that one photo)

- best artistic sense, the members often ask his opinions on their songwriting if he can paint a picture (either just saying it aloud or actually painting) based on the song to help visualize or understand their work more or to get peer review

- his kids are often his motivation in his artwork and pretty much everything, along with his fans and members etc

- most pickiest eater, usually eating healthy, not because he’s judges, but more on what his body tolerates, though he respects all kinds of food (food is also an art to him)

- it was Jesse’s idea to get matching rings for the band, he suggested it to the staff and they awarded the boys with them after a year anniversary of training together

- does acts of service the most, getting water for his members at the studio or lending them towels when the practice dancing (his dad side really shows)

- he’s very careful about privacy and will not hesitate in calling out stalkers, handles situations professionally and it’s admirable

- the quietest laugh, different from Z’s short snickers, T’s loud bursts or Tae Young’s and Robaire’s perfect romance drama chuckles. the members find it cute and wonder if he was ever holding it in but it’s just his nature

- closest to Robaire, who understands him the most (he is the leader), Robaire usually checks up on everyone and it means a lot to Jesse when he checks up on him. they depend on each other a lot in their group, both being very responsible and caring about the band as a whole

- since he is the tallest member, the others often rest their heads on his shoulder if they are really tired, or just out of affection (most likely Tae)

- has a sketchbook that he draws whatever scenery he likes while they tour, also drawing the members (often when T is asleep, meanwhile Tae loves to pose for him, while Z and Robaire are perfect models doing whatever they are doing in the moment as they are still and calm) he practices his observational skills when drawing the members

- he played piano as a kid and got in touch with it again after being in 4*town

Aaron T

- 19 yo

- cooks the best, both Aarons cook the best, 3rd being Jesse and the okay cooks being Tae and Robaire (who are more eaters/prepares food)

- he is the member who sings the most offstage on their free time, 2nd place being Robaire and Tae Young, Jesse hums and sings a bit, while Z sings less offstage (they sing in their dance practice and studio more)

- being the bass singer, he loves to show off his range, he would make voice impressions of people and make voices for objects

- he has the most flexible body along with Z

- closest with Z and Tae the most, often sharing his feelings or joking around with them

- he’s more calmer with Robaire but still the jokester, he can confine in the leader for assurance if has doubts

- he loves to mess with Jesse and make him laugh, just because he looks quiet most times, and T loves making him smile

- can crush a whole soda can with one hand, often struggling, meanwhile Z does it in a flip

- he can play guitar (along with Robaire and Tae)

- he sings out at random times, he would make unexpected covers of songs and it would sound so good ✨

- he’s that one person who sings “happy birthday” all extra with riffs and everything

- he’s the official 4*town hype man, all the members depend on his energetic spirit, so it’s off if he gets really sad and feeling low (which all of them would go and cheer him up)

- the most ticklish member, the least being Tae and the other three have different ticklish spots (Z: his neck. Jesse: under his arms. Robaire: his sides)

- would stan K-pop with Tae, learning the moves and singing the melodies

- has the longest tongue out of the group, like a dog, so the members often see him like a puppy

- he skateboards, as a kid, he made many mistakes and it led to him keeping a first aid kit at all times

- has a whole collection of caps to wear, he flips the cap forward to hide his face when he gets embarrassed

- his hair is naturally curly

- him, Tae, and Robaire does the most vocal covers

- he would ask the members to do the riff / run challenge

- quick on his feet, does the best footwork

- has the longest eyelashes out of the group, he can balance cotton swabs on them

- he would let Tae paint his nails, often on his pinky and middle finger for style, instead of all the fingers. (it would be orange or white)

- he requires 4*townies to do the signature 4 finger hand pose in order for them to approach him if they ever see him out in public

- serenades his members for fun or to comfort them, him and Tae would duet a lot

- him and Z were childhood besties ever since they known each other, bonding over their shared names, they auditioned together

- Tae and T are the most outdoorsy type, along with Robaire, but Tae and T are more likely to go shopping and eat out together

Aaron Z

- 19 yo

- most chill member of the group, along with Robaire.

- has a RBF which can be really hard to read, which makes it hard to understand his feelings and intentions at times

- the best listener out of the group, hardly judges and gives out pretty good advice, the group agrees he could be the second leader

- he doesn’t do well with eye contact when he is embarrassed

- him and Robaire does dance/ vocal/rap battles for fun.

- him and Jesse together are the quietest pair, the members think they do telepathy in their minds, they have comfortable solitude. his feedback on Jesse’s artwork is usually meaningful to the artist

- all of the members drive, but Z drives the best and remembers different routes + roads better, he’s the group’s driver when their chauffeur or manager isn’t around

- played basketball ever since he was in grade school, he won many games through his junior and high school years

- he danced and sang on the side, music being his big inspiration and workout music

- T and Z would collab a lot during their high school years, both talented in dancing and singing

- T is actually one of his biggest inspiration and vice versa, they wouldn’t have debut in 4*town without each other

- he usually tries to confront things honestly if he sees something bothering him and doesn’t hold grudges, and is stoic. but once he gets angry enough, he can be the most scariest person

- falls asleep the easiest, at any moment of when the atmosphere is right or if he’s super tired

- T and Tae would cuddle him or lay on his shoulders if they happen to fall asleep with him too in the waiting room etc

- Tae Young’s animals like Z the most, he’s an animal magnet

- talks in basketball metaphors when he gives advice

- Z has the most sharpest glare when angry (basically don’t get him mad)

- also bilingual, speaks his Asian language (not sure of his specific race) (also the only member who isn’t bilingual is Jesse, but he picks up words from each of the members languages as much as he can)

- T would make constellations out of Z’s freckles, he caught on and they do it back and forth to each other. they would say “the photographers caught my fish on camera”

- both would allow their fans to come up with different things they see from their freckles

[thedarkermelody]

The bug fables AU where Hoaxe is a twist villain (i just realized that is basically my au and i’m annoyed at myself for doing a disney but imao whatever)

[for the guy who asked i deliver that sweet info, and also just to write down thoughts haunting me ]

OK FIRST THING, The crown is something our guy is working to get rather than just buying it now. We are putting that thing somewhere else, the merchant instead sold Hoaxe a tablet related to the crown and its location. He is laying low in the Grasslands at our backstory point cause he stole another thing in from the wasp kingdom for his search (he also stole his axe at this point cause lol i want him to have that axe still)

Grasslands rescue of Hoaxe by Kabbu, our fly here initially was going to use the beetle as a emergency meatshield if things get dicey but Kabbu’s genuine awe and excitement at Hoaxe’s (weak) fire power tipped the scales to the ‘you can live’ section with a ‘the second you show your being fake about me i will end you’ (spoilers it will not happen cause Kabbu is the goodest of bugs)  

And they were roommates. We get Neolilth helping them to the Defiant Root, maybe they found him being harassed by bandits while he was out trying to research and Kabbu rushed in to save him. That moment lets Hoaxe have a realization that Kabbu is…. AN IDIOT.  (aka an actually nice person but shhh Hoaxe isn’t really familiar with those so to him, the beetle is just stupid)

They are hanging out at the root, Kabbu gets a place to stay after helping the mayor five seconds after they get to town. (two bugs~ rooming together~ 15 feet apart cause you gave him the bed) also Kabbu voice, I’ll keep all my emotions right here and then one day i will go pull a stupid move because of this. He is totally coping guys no worries.

Hoaxe has conveniently gotten an outfit from somewhere, probably didn’t ruffle anyone’s wings getting those.

Astotheles and Hoaxe have beef (doesn’t elaborate)

Kabbu and Hoaxe are hanging out on the way to Ant Kingdom 

That’s the pre story bit of context for this AU

EXTRA IMPORTANT BIT FOR THIS AU: Wasps even before the Hoaxe’s big move are uh, jerks at the least in this one. The Wasp Kingdom has a lot of warpower, and that knowledge of power they have behind him means troopers will often cause problems and swing their weight around.

People are wary of really going off on them on the chance of escalation thus there's a wariness against wasps in general. This feeling extends even to non colony wasps as well.

This causes a change in this AU, and it’s why Mothiva isn’t seen with Zasp/he is hiding around during her idol bits. Because of her being worried about having a public relationship with him affecting her fame! (we are fixing that moth in this one folks but not before we make her a worst partner at the start)

Look I am being mean Vanessa II in this AU, her character really didn't stick to me at ALL originally, like i read the wiki to refresh and was like 'did she actually have this much character' BUT IT'S OK I CAN ADAPT.

We can fiddle with the idea of someone who wants to change her people's ways and how their kingdom is viewed. but struggling to actually commit to making that change happen, fearing changing anything if it makes the people lash out against her. the weight of the status quo and your forebears' decisions for the kingdom shackling your resolve to actually follow through and having the consequences of your weakness come to rip your kingdom apart in revenge. Knowing if you had just had the courage maybe things would be different.

man that got deep at the end anyways that's all you get for rn

[justfrozenthings]

Season of the Witch

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: T

Words: 1,986

Note: I am very very late to this but this was for the Speallbound portion of the Kristanna Halloween Event hosted by @kristanna-days.This was originally gonna be a one-shot, but I have decided to make it two parts because otherwise this thing would be later than it already is.

Summary: Reeling after losing the love of his life, Kristoff will stop at nothing to bring Anna back. Even if that means trying to learn a little witchcraft.

Read it here on Ao3

He tried to stop it. Tried to stop them from taking her; leading her to her untimely end for being accused of something that was a natural part of her.

Witchcraft.

 It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t done anything; hadn’t hurt anyone. She was kind    and caring and definitely wasn’t any of the names they called her

He remembered them still. Like they were a song cursed to plague his mind forever.

  Dangerous.

   Evil.

  Daughter of darkness.  

 However, none of those compared to the pain he felt for one name in particular.

  Seducer.

For some reason, the town had come to believe that Anna had put him under a love spell. Where could someone ever get such an idea? Well, that he wasn't quite sure, but he could guess that it had something to do with Hans, one of the thirteen sons of the head of the village after Anna had generously denied his advances on her telling him that her heart belonged to another.

It was not unnoticed by the village that himself and Anna were smitten with one another. In fact, there were times when they publicly show their affection for each other - though it went nothing beyond holding hands as they took evening strolls or holding each other tight as they bid one another good night. In fact, now that he thought about it, Hans was bound to have been aware of this himself. So why did he assume Anna was available? He assumed it had something to do with the fact that Hans was a cocky bastard who was fed the idea that he could have anything he wanted his whole life with just the wave of his hand. It also didn’t help that he thought Kristoff was the scum of the Earth that muddied the bottom of his shoes. What baffled him most was that when the town had still believed Anna was just a medicinal healer the status of their relationship never phased anyone - well supposedly except for Hans. So why does Anna being a witch change that perspective?

 He never heard of an accusation so ridiculous. Anna never entranced him. She never entranced anyone . The only thing she was guilty of was making him fall for her with her bright smile, breathtaking blue belle eyes, and all-around kindness. Everything he loved about her was natural, not magic - although he did love that part of her too. Every bone, every fragment, every inch of her he cherished. His heart belonged to her, and her alone.

 But, none of that mattered anymore. She was gone. Leaving him behind to pick up the pieces of his broken heart, but every time he tried the shards would just end up leaving his hands cut and bleeding. Because it was impossible to breathe to even live without her. Now, he was just a hollow shell of a person who once loved a spritely witch.

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He swung open the door of her small cottage that was tucked away in the woods not too far from the village; the glass bottles of medicinal herbs on the shelves of her potion brewing room rattled against one another. He slammed the door shut making sure to lock it behind him before he turned back around, head frantically moving from side to side as he searched for her.  

She was currently in the progress of brewing something of what he assumed must have been one of her healing potions.  

He ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders, eyes filled with terror and chest heaving as if he had just run a mile. 

Her blue orbs met his brown ones, brows furrowing, wondering what was responsible for the fear radiating from every pore in his body. Though she had a feeling she knew. 

“They know,” his voice trembled. “They know what you are and they’re on their way over as I speak. Anna-” he choked on his words, a large lump going down his throat as he swallowed down his tears. He brought one of his large palms and cupped her face, calloused hands from hard labor brushing along her soft freckled cheekbone. “Anna, they mean to kill you.” Tears began to form in his eyes and roll down his cheeks, unable to hold them back any longer. “Please, leave. You need to get out of here and get somewhere safe. C’mon,” he strained, letting go of her to go grab her cloak off one of the hooks near the door. “There isn’t much time. They are going to arrive here any minute now.”  

However, his fear only worsened as he realized that Anna hadn’t even flinched since he’d arrived. Something was wrong. Very wrong. 

“Kristoff.” She was awfully calm, given the current situation, though there was a tinge of sadness, he could hear in the sound of her voice. “I already know. I think it was the youngest Westergaard boy. He came up to me the other day asking for me to be his wife and was rather angry when I refused his advances on me and left in a huff. I’m assuming that anger drove him into telling his father. While I am unsure how Hans himself, found out about me I could tell he knew.” Finally, after what seemed like forever, she looked up at him; her eyes were brimmed to the waterline with tears, yet amongst all her sorrow she still somehow managed to smile.  

Usually, Anna’s smiles made Kristoff feel warm and happy as if he was wrapped in a big blanket protected from the world. But this one. This one she wore now was almost haunting, the polar opposite of the smile he grew to love.  

“Besides.” Her eyes left his as she spoke up again, eyelashes kissing her cheeks as she held back tears. “It’s too late for me anyways. There isn’t enough time.”  

Kristoff shook his head, his blonde bangs swaying back and forth with the motion as he strode back over to her with three large strides. He cupped her face gently in his palms once again. “No. No, Anna. Not if we leave right now.” His voice was broken, dejected. “Please, don’t let them take you from me. Please. I-I love you.” 

“Oh Kristoff,” she brought one of her hands up to his face as well. “I love you too.” Her lips trembled. “But, you have to let me go.” 

“Please. Don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me.” His fingers curled into her fiery hair as he pressed her face into his thick neck.  

“I don’t want to leave you. Believe me when I say this. But, I’m afraid not even God himself can save me from this plight.”  

Before he spoke another word, she sealed her lips with his. Putting more love into that one kiss than any of their ones prior to this moment. They didn’t have to rush things then, they’re time limit was infinite. Or so they believed that is, until this very moment. So she kissed him hard with every fiber of her being because she knew she would never get to do it again. Never again feel the plushed chappedness of his lips melded with her pink plump ones. In that one kiss, she was showing him how much he meant to her, how much she loved him, but she was also saying goodbye.  

In that small moment of silence, the only sound that could be heard was the boiling of Anna’s cauldron.  

     A rapid angry knock pounded at the door then, causing them to pull away from their kiss. Outside, the glow of torches seeped through the cotton-curtained windows followed by an array of mutters from those who waited outside the small house.  

“Come out witch!” The man’s voice, obviously belonging to that of Governor Westergaard, was venomous. “Daughter of Darkness! There’s nowhere for you to run!”  

With quick motion, Kristoff pulled Anna behind him, ready to protect the love of his life from the dangers that wait outside the oak door. He stared menacingly at it like it was some sort of ferocious beast. However, his attention was pulled away when he felt a small familiar hand rest on his shoulder. He glanced behind him to find Anna’s beautiful freckled face now devoid of her usual smile. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the tears that were now streaming down her face like rain droplets sliding down glass windows.  

No words were spoken. None were needed. Because with the look she now wore on her face, he knew there was no hope in trying to stop her. She would take the punishment, even though she did nothing wrong because she didn’t believe in fighting. Even if it meant she would lose her own life, she would never retaliate. Her heart was too pure and kind; something that he had always admired about her but right now…right now he didn’t because it was what was taking her away from him.  

She placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek before her hand left his shoulder for the last time. In his mind, he was telling himself to grab her. To pull her back to him and carry her bridal style as he ran out the door to bring them to safety. But his body acted against him, so he just stood there as she opened the door; watching in horror as the horde of angry villagers, that bastard Hans being among them, surrounded her and took her away.  

 It wasn’t until the mob had crested the small hill a short distance away from her house that he broke out of his stupor. Without even thinking his feet began to take after them, moving as fast as lightning.  

He could make it! No. He was going to make it! And when he did he would fight; it no longer mattered to him if he needed to result to violence. He would prevail and whisk Anna to somewhere so far away, people won’t even know their names. Her safety was all that mattered.  

But, in the end, none of these things happened. He was strong, but together they were stronger. It took three of the village’s strongest men to hold him back. The rest of the way to the village he fought against them, trying to at least make one of them release their firm grip on him. 

 “Anna!” His voice was shrill as he called out to her and shook with terror. She couldn’t hear him, or at least if she did she pretended like she didn’t. Probably to spare his heart from seeing her broken self. “Let me go damn you!” He kicked and screamed, but stilled as he noticed that the three burly men holding him back stopped. In fact, when he looked up from the ground, bangs brushing the top of his eyebrows, he saw that everyone had stopped. Surrounding them were the all too familiar houses of the village; it didn’t need much consideration to figure out just exactly where it was that they were standing. From the big open space and - to his horror - already prepared gallows, he pinpointed that they were in the village square. Bile rose in his throat at this recognition because it meant that they had already passed the courthouse. They weren’t even gonna give her a fair trial for her to defend herself. Although, he presumed that even if one was held the trial would have been anything but fair, so in the end, her fate would have been the same. He could try and stop this and he would succeed too, but she had told him not to interfere and his bond to her words was stronger than any ounce of physical strength he had. In the end, it wasn’t the villagers, her magic, or even Hans that took her from him. Funny how love can work out that way.  

[lyranova]

Children of the Future:

Chapter 34: The Plan

Hi guys, so I decided to go ahead and update this since I haven’t posted anything in a while. I apologize this chapter is kind of “filler” (although the WQ *does* say something kind of important hehe 👀). Its mostly the group coming up with the plan and is setting up chapters 35 and 36 which are the final battle with Noir, and they’ll be pretty long, so hopefully they’ll make up for this chapter 😅!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @crazyclownthanos @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @simpingforthisonedeer @luminouslion @flow3rbudz @elysianluv @bowandcurtsey @vwdxwnsk (if anyone else wants to be tagged please let me know!)

Word Count: 2,392

Warnings: None

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Hikari and Yami both quickly met up with the rest of the group, they explained that they evacuated as many people as they could, but there were still more and more that were being affected by Noir’s magic. So the group decided to retreat for now, as they were all outnumbered. As the group was preparing to leave, The Green Witch quickly found them and gave them a message; that she and her small group of Witches would be taking care of things in the Capital, so the group could find and take care of Noir.

That was the only way they would be able to turn the townspeople back to normal.

So the group retreated to one of the small border towns in Lumi, it was around the size of Nean so if there were to be a battle there would be lots of cover, but there would also be lots of people to move.

Yuno had quickly contacted his mother in Spade and asked for her assistance in helping get the townspeople to Spade just until the battle was done, and Ciel agreed and sent a few Spatial mages to help with the evacuation, as well as a few members of her Division Leaders and a few members of the Magic Defense Force to help.

The group had to admit, although they figured they would be able to handle Noir and whatever she had to throw at them, they weren’t going to refuse the extra help.

The group sat around a large table discussing possible plans and ways that Noir would try to attack them, Hikari had walked off saying she was going to look at some of Alistar’s notes to see if they would give any ideas or clues.

“ From what the Green Witch said, Noir’s possessing all the small towns one by one and this is her last stop before she tries to invade Spade.” Charlotte said as she pointed to the towns in question on a map that lay in the center of the table.

“ She’s executing the same plan she used in the future.” William said as he crossed his arms. “ When we had gone to the future, the Wizard King had a map on his desk that looked a lot like this one. Which means Noir took over the entire kingdom of Lumi before she took over Spade.”

“ Then why did she summon that Botis guy if she’s already able to do all of this?” Gauche asked as he leaned against the wall, Yami looked up at the brown haired man.

“ Probably to make it easier to control them. He would erase and manipulate their memories, leaving nothing except the fear of everyone but him and Noir, and she would use her magic to just intensify that fear which would make their little army more dangerous.” Yami explained with a shrug.

“ Most likely she’ll come to the town ahead of her small army, so we’ll need to try and find a place to corner her to keep them away from her.” Charlotte said as she looked at the map again.

The group all talked back and forth, and slowly a plan began to form. They didn’t have a way to beat her yet, but they did have a plan on how to save as much of the town as possible as well as keep Noir occupied.

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Hikari sat inside one of the storage rooms alone as she read Alistar’s journal. On the one hand she was grateful was able to leave this behind, but on the other hand her heart hurt that he didn’t share any of this openly with anyone.

But that’s how he was, he would take everything and anything upon himself if that meant alleviating some of the worries the people he cared about had.

Hikari let out a soft sigh, there wasn’t much in his journal besides what she had read previously. She made sure to avoid that entry, as anytime she read or thought about it a sharp pain would hit her in the chest, and right now she needed to focus.

“ There has to be something in here.” She muttered quietly to herself, she went back to the page where he talked about the devils and reread it. Most of the questions he posed have already been answered the past few days. She closed the journal with a small sigh.

‘Alistar had to have thought of this, right? He had to have a plan up to this point.’ Hikari thought as she crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair.

This was going to take a while.

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Meanwhile, Back in Clover.

Julius looked out over the kingdom of Clover with a determined yet worried look, he could feel the strong, and dark mana coming from the west. He silently hoped his magic knights would be alright and come back safely.

“ Ah, you’re here.” Julius remarked as he turned slightly to see the Witch Queen walking towards him.

“ Of course I am, this affects the entire kingdom and my Forest.” She told him as she stood next to him and looked out over the kingdom as well.

“ Ah, so that’s why you’re helping. Because it affects your forest.” Julius said with a chuckle, The Witch Queen nodded.

“ Of course.” She told him simply, but they both knew the other reason she was doing this was because Vanessa was involved.

The two stood quietly, both knowing the other could feel the darkness coming from Spade.

“ Do you think we should step in?” Julius asked as he turned slightly, although he had a feeling he already knew what her answer would be.

“ No. If you and I step in now we’ll affect the battle in a negative way, so it’s better if we just stay here for now. If Noir manages to defeat the group then we’ll intervene.” The Witch Queen said and Julius gave her a small smile.

“ That’s not going to happen, my magic knights won’t be defeated by her that easily.” Julius said confidently, but as the Witch Queen looked at him they both knew that the group being defeated by Noir was a possibility, no matter how slim.

“ By the way,” Julius started with a curious frown. “ You intentionally sent Alistar on that mission knowing he would die didn’t you?” He asked and he saw the Witch Queen give a small nod.

“ I did.”

“ Why?” He asked and the Witch Queen turned to fully look at him.

“ Since when did I have to explain myself to others? Especially to men such as yourself?” She asked with a glare and Julius turned to fully look at her as well.

“ When you knowingly send one of my Magic Knights to die.” Julius said with a glare of his own.

“ I sacrificed him for the greater good, if I hadn’t sent him to the future to meet his fate, then he would have met it somewhere else.” She told him. “ And then the future would have turned out much worse than what it already is.” She added seriously before turning away.

“ Besides,” She started again after a few minutes of silence. “ What has been done can be undone.” She added cryptically, but a ghost of a smile graced her face. Julius frowned a bit but a smile appeared on his face as he understood exactly what she meant.

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Back in Lumi

Hikari let out an aggravated sigh as she rested her head on the small desk that was next to her. She couldn’t think of a single thing! She looked at the journal again and flipped to the very last page, there was a photo of her, Alistar, and all their friends. The Next Generation of Magic Knights, she smiled fondly yet there was a sadness to it. She wished she could go back there, back to the days where everyone was together and happy.

Suddenly, as she stared at the photo and everyone’s cheerful smiles, a memory popped into her head.

“ It means you can connect the threads of time and space together. You can connect the past with the future, the present with the past, etc;. You can also send your enemies to different time periods if you wish, maybe you can send them to alternate realities if you work hard enough.”

That was it! Hikari jumped up and quickly ran out of the room, Yami and the others all stared at the dark haired girl as she ran into the room, she smiled brightly at them.

“ I know how we can get rid of Noir! Both the past and future versions!” She told them slightly out of breath, everyone jumped up and gathered around the table.

“ What you found something in Pretty Boy’s journal?” Josslyn asked as she crossed her arms, but Hikari shook her head.

“ No, well yes, kind of? Anyway it doesn’t matter! I know what we have to do!” She told them excitedly before clearing her throat she began to explain.

“ Do you guys remember what the Witch Queen said when she unlocked Ezio’s ‘true’ powers? She said we can possibly send them to alternate realities! Which means we can lock both versions of Noir away, and because only Ezio can open those kinds of portals she won’t be able to get back here!” Hikari explained, she knew it was a long shot, especially considering Ezio only just recently realized he had this ability.

“ U-Um Hikari?” Ezio started nervously, the pink haired boy's face pale. “ How do you expect me to open two portals at once in different locations? Besides I’ve never even tried to use my new powers before, what happens if I botch it up or I run out of mana?”

“ I know it’s a longshot but-.” Hikari started.

“ There’s a number of things that could go wrong Hikari! It’s too risky!” Ezio tried to reason, he didn’t want to screw it up, if their only chance to stop Noir was ruined because of him? He would never forgive himself, so Ezio didn’t want to take the chance.

“ Maybe you won’t have to,” William stated thoughtfully. “ Maybe all you need is one portal? We only need to lockaway the Noir from the past, correct? If we lock her away then the one from the future will no longer exist.” He added and Hikari nodded.

“ Captain Goldie is right! All we need is to lock away the past her and that’ll take care of the future one!” Hikari said and William blinked.

“ ‘Captain Goldie’?” He muttered bur Hikari ignored him.

“ You have a flaw in your plan,” Aloys said as he looked at Hikari and William. “ The past Noir is heavily guarded by both the Queen and her future self, so you gotta figure out how you’re going to get her away from them long enough to put her in an alternate universe. Also Ezio has no idea how to open portals to those alternate universes, and do you really think past Noir will just happily skip into the portal?” He asked, Hikari bit her bottom lip in thought.

“ Aren’t we all just good at winging it?” Brielle asked softly from the other side of the room. “ I mean, we’ve had plans and stuff before, but we’ve also just adjusted to the situations. So won’t we be able to do it again?”

Hikari looked towards her parents, she could see they were thinking over the plans and what everyone was saying. It was a half baked idea, but it was really all they had right now.

“ Ezio,” Yami started as he looked at the pink haired boy. “ How long do you think it’ll take you to figure out your new powers?”

“ Um, y-years?”

“ You’ve got two hours.” Yami told him and Ezio’s face paled even more. “ Don’t worry, Finral and Vanessa will be helping you out, I’m sure between the three of ya you’ll be able to do it.” Yami added, he knew the three of them weren’t very confident with their powers, especially in the beginning, but as they grew and became older they began to become more and more confident. So Yami silently hoped that Finral and Vanessa would be able to help their ‘son’.

“ That takes care of the portal, now how do we get Noir away from the Queen and her future self?” Charlotte asked as she placed a thoughtful hand under her chin.

“ The four of us can easily distract the future Noir,” Hikari stated as she pointed to herself, Charlotte, Yami, and William. “ She probably already knows we’re the ones she’ll be fighting against, as for the Queen since she’s Nacht’s cousin wouldn’t it be better to let him handle her?” Hikari asked, Yami turned to his side.

“ Hey Nacht-.” He went to call but quickly noticed his Vice Captain wasn’t there. “ Where the hell did he go?”

“ Oh, Vice Captain Nacht didn’t come here with us,” Asta started with a sheepish laugh. “ He told us what was going on and then disappeared again, so we thought he was with you.”

“ So, no one knows where he is?” Charlotte asked, when everyone shook their heads she turned to look at Yami, who had a small smirk on his face.

“ I have a feeling I know where he is.”

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Discordia let out a soft sigh as she leaned back into her velvet chair and took a sip of her red wine, she knew that dark haired girl that had been with her cousin had almost caught her when she mentioned Noir, but luckily she had enough power to be able to kick them out.

“ No one will take her from me, not again.” She told herself softly as she took another sip. They weren’t going to take Noir from her, if so they would have to kill her first.

She suddenly turned in her chair as she felt something from the shadows, she chuckled a bit before placing the wine glass onto the table beside her chair and she stood up to face her visitor.

“ How long have you been standing there dear cousin?” She asked as Nacht moved out of the shadows and into the light, he smiled at her.

“ Long enough,” he told her before his smile disappeared and his eyes grew dangerously cold. “ I think you and I need to have a long overdue chat.”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

[theeeveetamer]

Ooh I’ve been absent in the fandom for a while (so my everything is rusty), I didn’t realise that ppl would criticise the game cause we don’t know the continent name? In terms of lore I don’t think its that important to develop, instead I want to focus on the lands of Nohr and Hoshido.

For me whenever I read leokumi there’s a focus on strengthening relationships between the two nations, and whilst I love love love that the main focus is Leo and Takumi, I’ve read so many that I want a plot that includes their relationship whilst not glossing over trying to establish the peace between the two nations, especially because they seem to have a history of war (I think). Normally I would just write it but then I realised that there’s so many missing details and so that’s where my idea came from to flesh it out.

I absolutely agree on what you’re saying since establishing random facts like ancestry etc is not what interests me, UNLESS that ancestor idk was responsible for establishing like a mage school which has a knock on effect in the present game (because like the Nohrians are known for their dark mages. I swear I heard there was a school there, and its curious that dark mages aren’t as feared compared to their counterparts in other games and genres. Perhaps another point towards the desperation of Nohr? Or perhaps they are less fearful of the unknown? Or maybe willing to experiment, one could say innovative? [Stuff like this I wanna build on]). Oh plus also the relations with the smaller nations/towns (?) like Nestra, Mokushu etc (I’ve still to research on this part so maybe I’m wrong)

Funny you should mention the concubine wars. I was going through the Fates Drama and like I would love if the concubine wars were mentioned more. Fans seem to know that some of their siblings died during disputes between the concubines but also some were executed, died in battle, taken by Hoshido and I feel like that offers already so many questions to expand on. But also begs the question on really how many children were there in total. A fanfic set where Corrin or Azura has to navigate the court or even Takumi navigating the court would be super interesting.

But yes, deffo that point. One that I struggle on is the establishing of peace between Nohr and Hoshido. I want to know why its difficult. Like ofc we have the villages and ppl affected, but how far does it go back? Realistically there would be resistance groups, perhaps from both sides? Why wasn’t trade the first thought? Or did it start with trade and escalate? How much of it was Garon or was Hoshido being difficult etc.

I didn’t think about the farming techniques but that’s something I want to explore as well. I think during peace times it would make sense for Leo to use Brynhildr to try and heal the land. I want the legendary weapons to be used more if that makes sense. Like the two swords on both sides make sense for defending the country but a magical tome has so much more potential, especially on the agriculture and perhaps terraforming with gravity. Fujin Yumi wise, I’d have to do more research but it would be poetic if the second sons of both nations were in charge of making sure the nations thrived from within whilst the elder brothers defend it.

Omg I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for it to be so long. It’s just really nice to ramble to someone who knows what I’m talking about and that cares ^^’ If AO3 allows such a thing then I might start planning, I’ve already got 2 sheets of notes from the audio Drama :D

Thank you for listening again!

-N

Oh also I just read my ask you answered and by no means did I mean to trash fates. I love the game but I just have issues with the plot. It makes me sad at all the potential lost since I love the game and it's cast. But yeah its not to say that the history and world building we got was bad, I just as a lore nerd crave more. I really hope we can get a remake, maybe on switch but at this rate I think it's copium. I read the wikipedia and apparently one of the writers wrote enough for 2 books worth in terms of plot and just aaa I wonder how they must feel about the game

-N

Oh, let me be clear I didn't think you were trashing Fates with your first ask! Don't worry about that anon. Also, I would DIE if they gave us a switch release of Fates, especially if they re-localized it to make it more accurate. Like honestly I'd be so over the moon. But I'd also accept just a port, I mean it's kind of necessary since I believe Rev is now no longer available on the eshop as of this month and the rest of the eshop is shutting down soon?

Anyway I'm glad we're similarly minded with regard to establishing background facts that don't have much effect on the present, lol. As for the history of conflict, it's been a while since I've played, but IIRC there was always the implication that Anankos's influence was part of what's been driving conflict between the nations? I suppose if you were writing an AU that ignores Valla though (or wanted reasons beyond that) you could really go with anything. I think the game also implies that Hoshido is kind of isolationist and that combined with their bountiful lands kind of leads to Nohrians resenting them? Resources and lack thereof have always been a major driver of conflict historically.

All of the stuff you brought up does sound interesting! I'd especially like to see your take on the Nohr dark mages because you're right, it doesn't really seem all that strange there like it does in other places in the series.

Anyway no problem! Feel free to ramble or ask for opinions any time! I double checked AO3's ToS for you and yeah, I believe something like this would qualify as fannish meta so you should be good to post it there!

[planet4546b]

hiiii what was the like. original seed that s/n started with. the elevator pitch the one-sentence premise the “hey this would be cool” idea. how did that evolve into its present iteration. as much or as little detail as u feel like i’m just curious

ok i’ve actually got three answers for this. my babygirl is complex

1. i’m interested in post post-apocalypse stories and a world that functions by quantum rules and is made of multiple universes is interesting to do worldbuilding with. i also like circular stories and tragedies and doomed protagonists so here we are

2. the directly previous iteration of this story was supposed to end in an apocalyptic event that tore down the walls between realities. i was never able to quite get this version to work for a number of reasons, so i said ‘well, what if i actually have it take place after this event?’

3. the ACTUAL, absolute ORIGINAL concept, from literally 2014, is “hey what if a bunch of guys were criminals and also they used magic that they got from making deals with demons and then they became revolutionaries” (i was 15. it happens.)

the evolution is pretty weird and funny so a bit more about that under the cut

there have been like. 4ish main different iterations of s/n. we have the original urban fantasy with demons, which was named run rabbit (i still have a lot of affection for this one), then a total pivot to a more kind of fairytale style thing where the four of them had to travel through a magic forest (??) that made them confront their worst fears (???) (this is the first of the iterations called ladybird, ladybird which stuck for a while), then i just sorta took the forest out and they were all chilling in a weird suburban town with magic (there was no plot in sight here, just vibes), THEN the most recent previous iteration where they were all working in a government organization that studied multiverses.

just about the only thing that has stayed consistent through all of them is the characters, but they've still changed a like. INSANE amount over time. og versions next to their current versions are essentially unrecognizable. the first version of sam was the mom friend and look at her now ljdsalg. i made the pivot from jackie being the main character to sam being the main character (and also introduced sam's missing baby sibling) in the first version of ladybird, which is to this day the best decision ive ever made tbh. sam ilu.

most of the old iterations are pretty irrelevant now (although i still have 50k of a nano and half of a script for run rabbit and a hell of a lot of scattered documents with notes/drabbles/outlines for the rest. lol) but the direct previous iteration has a lot in it that i dragged along into s/n and just like. simplified. this is where jackies backstory comes from, where em and mel's contentious relationship comes from (although they've kinda swapped places), a lot of sam's personality and drive and relationship with her family comes from, and characters like the cynosure, eric, grace, darcy, feynman, etc are all holdovers from this version. i also in this version got really frustrated with not being able to do that much worldbuilding (it was Technically urban fantasy, but the world needed to be simple for plot reasons) and ended up getting really bogged down in backstory stuff for each of the characters that made me essentially unable to write them in the present day, which is also why s/n has so much more worldbuilding and all of them have comparatively simple backstories

its been a weird journey!!! i still really love a lot of the previous iterations and theyre all fun in their own way, but this is the first one thats worked smoothly enough that i can actually have a central plot and think about scripting and its by FAR the one im happiest with!!! thanks as always for the question <33

[alaffy]

Riverdale, Ep. 6x13 - Ex-Libris (Spoilers)

Interesting. As someone who works in library services: yes, some towns see a missing book as theft and may even threaten jail time, but it's rare; yes, libraries can require you to replace a book with an exact copy (especially, if something in that book was rare or had additional text); no, libraries cannot take your personal items as collateral; but we can affect your credit score, so return your books.

Honestly, I kind of like the idea of books/items holding power over others. Anyway, going just do a quick breakdown of the show by characters and couples.

Betty and Archie find out they're not having a baby, to no one's surprise. Betty is relieved, Archie is disappointed. I would say that, judging from the conversation, that Betty isn't saying she never wants to have kids, but she's clearly not in the mindset of having them now for multiple reasons. Archie, meanwhile, still has this idea of being a young father. Seriously, maybe wait until you're sure the apocalypse won't happen?

Cheryl object, for the love of...., it's Jason's corpse. Because it's always Jason's corpse. Still, instead of bringing back her bother; Cheryl is haunted by Heather? Cheryl is kind of fine with this.

Kevin returns his book and is seduced by Percival? I....

Jughead's object is the book his grandfather wrote. Turns out FP I died (until it turns out he didn't, again) in the seven year time skip. He was found was severe eczema and now Jughead is starting to suffer as well. We also find out Jughead is afraid he'll die alone like his grandfather, who doesn't even have a headstone (we sure he's dead?). Note, Jughead does not burn his grandfather's book.

Betty's mom turns over the one diary that Betty didn't burn. But, strangely enough, Betty's haunting is kind of both good and bad. It's bad in that apparently Hal was killing a lot longer then we realized (and maybe in the garage?) and Betty apparently is suppressing a lot more then she realized. But it's also because of this, Betty realizes that the TBK profile is wrong and that they should be looking for a man with a family (well, BTK did actually have a family, so....).

Archie's guitar is taken by Percival and, with that, he's able to bring forth memories (the reanimated corpse?) of Grundy. Archie, at first, tells Betty he doesn't see anything. But then Betty happens to wear the exact pair of sunglasses that Grundy used to wear and he let's her know the truth. I do have to hand it to Riverdale at this point as, not only do they specifically say Grundy was grooming him, but Archie also comes to the conclusion that he left music behind because of the trauma left from Grundy, which actually does make sense.

Veronica and Reggie's story is somewhat tied together. Even though they had a pretty reasonable breakup conversation, they're back to fighting in this episode. Reggie even says Veronica can't be on her own and calls her a black widow. We also find out the Reggie was dyslexic and was the only one who knew exactly where his book was. But Percival is able to use Reggie's fear and loss against him and get into his mind. He also has Reggie deliver an egg to Veronica, who's starting to see spiders. And, here's where I'm slightly confused, either Percival triggers Veronica's powers or he's the one who gives them to her. Anyway, Reggie is now on Percival's side.

Meanwhile, Veronica sleeps with Geraldo and accidentally kills him with a kiss. She also leaves her painting with Percival, which I'm guessing means bad times for Veronica ahead. I would say that our line up for evil is getting pretty full at this point. Also, it mentions Frank Andrews...have we seen Frank recently? Has he been in the last two episodes?

[pkmnprideflags]

Let's read the original Lavender Town creepypasta!

It's Halloween time, so I figured as a spooky scary special here at pkmnprideflags, let's read (and make fun of) "Come Follow Me," the original Lavender Town creepypasta. Is it scary? Is it any good at all? Let's find out!

Content/trigger warning: "Come Follow Me" contains descriptions of violence, blood/gore, use of guns, death, grief/loss, and suicide.

During the first few days of the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27, 1996, a peak of deaths appeared in the age group of 10-15.

I'm pretty sure what the author means to say is that deaths happened shortly after February 27, 1996, but the way they wrote it implies that everybody died on the same day. But I'm being pedantic, let's continue.

We're told that not every child who played these games were affected, but those whose suicide attempts were intercepted showed "sporadic" behavior, like scratching their eyes. When asked why they attempted to kill themselves, they only screamed. They would be calm when in a room with a GameBoy, but not if someone put a cartridge for Red or Green inside it. Well, actual psychology shows that stimulus generalization is actually more likely to happen in this sort of situation, but whatever.

They[the police] decided the first thing to do was to talk to the programmers themselves. The first person they met was the director of the original games, Satoshi Tajiri. When told about the deaths surrounding his games, he seemed slightly uneasy, but admitted nothing.

I've never met Satoshi Tajiri, but he sounds like a very sweet man and I refuse to believe his reaction to mass child suicide because of his game would be this nonchalant.

He [Tajiri] lead them to the main programmers of the game, the people responsible for the actual content.

The detectives met Takenori Oota, one of the main programmers of the game. Unlike Satoshi, he did not seem uneasy, but very kept.

Sure, that's a sentence that makes sense.

Oota insists that it would be ridiculous for a game to be causing mass death like this, but the police suspect he is hiding something. Eventually he mentions hearing a rumor that the Lavender Town theme had made some children sick, so the detectives go to visit the games' composer, Junichi Masuda. Masuda proves his innocence by playing the song in its entirety in front of the detectives, with no one showing any ill effects.

Going back to the cartridges they had seized from the homes of the children, they decided to take a slightly more direct look at the games. They knew that it was these games that gave the children the ill effects, so they took extreme caution. Popping in the cartridge and turning the console on, the game screen booted.

I'm sorry but the idea of someone starting up a Pokémon game with this much fear is hilarious to me, no matter the context.

The detectives note that in all of the afflicted kids' game files, the tracked time was very low, and the players only had a single Pokémon in their inventory. Therefore, the Lavender Town theme could not be the cause of the childrens' behavior, because it would be impossible to get to Lavender Town that quickly.

Well, considering that this is Gen I, I'm sure there's some obscure glitch you could pull to get there, but I won't blame the detectives for not knowing that since they're not exactly gaming experts.

Also, take note that in the "original Lavender Town creepypasta," Lavender Town is not the cause of the actual spooky thing happening. Since the entire thing is a conspiracy theory/hoax, that's kind of fitting.

If it wasn't the music, nor the title screen, it had to be something within the first few minutes of the game itself. They had no choice but to turn off the game now and go back to the programmers. Asking for a list of all the programmers from Takenori, they found, surprisingly, that one of the programmers had committed suicide shortly after the game was released. His name was Chiro Miura, a very obscure programmer who had provided very little for the game. Even more interestingly, he had requested his name did not appear in the credits of the game, and so it was not.

The only Google results for Chiro Miura are connected to this creepypasta, so I'm guessing the author just completely made this person up. Also, fun fact, in a lot of fanart about this creepypasta he is portrayed as a creepy bleeding Mew. 'Cause Miura, get it?

The police investigate Miura's apartment and find a bunch of crumpled-up notes with ominous messages like "Watch out" and "COME FOLLOW ME" written on them. Definitely a great sign. They also find out that he was a close friend of Kohji Nishino (whose surname is misspelled as Nisino), so they go to talk to him.

Kohji Nisino, since the release of the game, had locked himself in his apartment, barely leaving in the dark of night to fetch anything he might need. He told his friends and family he was mourning for his dear friend Chiro, but they didn't believe this, since Nisino had locked himself up the day the game was put in stores, a few days before Chiro had killed himself.

I'm not an expert on Nishino's life or anything, but I'm pretty sure this is incorrect, as he was probably working on Pokémon Stadium & Yellow at the time.

The police manage to coax Nishino into talking with them. When asked about Miura, he says that his friend had an exciting idea for the project. Miura was a little-known programmer, but Nishino was on good terms with Oota and was able to pull some strings to get his friend on the team.

They asked what Chiro's idea was, why he wanted so badly to have a part in making this children's game. Nisino told them that Chiro never told him much about it, other than a few details every now and then. He wanted to insert a special Pokemon in the game, one completely different from all the others. It would serve as an extra, a kind of out of place thrill for the player. It wasn't, however, Missing No.

Remember the halcyon days of the internet when MissingNo was considered scary? Good times.

The detectives pushed him more and more, searching through his mind for any and every scrap of knowledge this man had no game and Chiro... and Chiro's intentions...

Sure, that's also a sentence that makes sense.

It was when they asked about the notes found in Chiro's home that he snapped. From under the couch Nisino was sitting on he whipped out a pistol, pointing it straight at the police while backing away a few steps.

Sure, that's possible under Japan's very strict gun laws.

Nishino says, "Don't follow me," then shoots himself dead. And that's the point where this story loses what little credibility it had, because Kohji Nishino is still very much alive. He worked on Sword & Shield, for Arceus' sake.

It seemed all leads had finally died. The team who had created this original game were splitting up, becoming harder to find. It was as if they were keeping a secret.

Or as if the developers weren't expecting the game to get popular and have sequels, so many of them left Game Freak to work on other projects.

The police continue to interview various staff members for the game, but most of them had only briefly met Miura. All they knew is that he had worked on something towards the beginning of the game, but they didn't know the details. Several months in, it seems like they are out of leads, until one of the detectives is approached by a frail woman on the street and given a mysterious letter that she says he needs to read urgently. It is a letter written by Miura to Nishino, asking for permission to join the staff of Red & Green. It starts off business-like, but soon goes off the rails.

As the letter continued, the handwriting seemed to grow more jittery. He talked about a glorious idea he had, a way to program something unseen in any game before. He said it would certainly revolutionize not only the gaming industry, but everyone. He went on to say that it was a very simple procedure to program this idea into the game. He did not even have to add any foreign programming, but could use what was already given in the game itself. This would, the detectives agreed, make it impossible to notice any obscurities in the programming itself. It was a perfect way to hide whatever this was.

The detectives also discover (separately from the letter and offscreen, btw) that the programmers for the game had worked in pairs. I haven't been able to find anything to confirm or deny this claim, so I'm going to assume the author made it up. Anyway, Miura's programming partner was Sousuke Tamada. His interview with the police is presented to us in the format of an audio recording taken by one of the detectives. Tamada is acting overly nice, which creeps the detectives out. When asked about Miura, he says:

"I don't know him that well, really. We didn't meet up frequently, only every once in a while to trade data, or when the entire group was called up for a meeting... That's the only times I really ever saw him. He acted normal, as far as I could tell. He was a short man, and I think this affected his consciousness.. "

SHORT KING MIURA LET'S GOOOOOO

Anyway, he says that Miura was desperate for recognition and appreciation from his peers and the world, but Tamada didn't think he was anything special. When asked what Miura worked on, he answers that it was mostly Professor Oak's segments at the beginning of the game - "welcome to the world of POKeMON" and all that.

The police start getting more desperate and press Tamada harder.

"What else?" pushed the police. They could hear it in Sousuke's voice. He knew something. "We know you know about the children and the deaths. We know it was Chiro who did it. He programmed something in the game. "What are you implying?" asked Sousuke. It sounded like he was trying to maintain his voice. "We're implying that since your his partner, if you're hiding something from us then you could just as much be responsible for those children's deaths as Chiro is himself!" "You can't prove anything!" Sousuke shouted. "Tell us what Chiro did to the game!" they shouted back. "WHAT I TOLD HIM TO."

Tamada says that Miura was very easy to manipulate, and apparently so is Oota?

"I could control his [sic] flawlessly. He's a lot like Takenori... Of course none of you knew this, but I was the one who brought up the idea of the game, the idea of the entire operation. I just told the fellow what to do, and he followed me without doubt. He knows nothing, just like Chiro."

Well, we all thought Pokémon existed because of Satoshi Tajiri's love of bug collecting, but I guess it was all some mustache-twirling scheme by Sousuke Tamada. Who, I must remind you all, IS A REAL PERSON and likely does not deserve this level of character assassination.

In the audio recording, we hear the sound of the detectives cocking their guns and a window opening. Tamada decides to give the detectives a hint as to what's going on:

"At the start of the game you have to walk into the grassy area before Oak appears and you receive your first Pokemon, understand me? Under normal circumstances, it was programmed that even though you're in a grassy area, no Pokemon will spawn... I made it different. I manipulated that Chiro, told him what to put in the program, gave him all the instructions on how to do it, and he did it flawlessly. It's rare, but it can happen.. Stepping into that grass, one can spawn..."

What, a Pikachu?

Tamada says that Miura killed himself after learning the true nature of what he had programmed in, but Tamada stops his explanation, telling the detectives to play the game for themselves to find out. A bunch of noise is heard; we switch out of the audio-recording format when reinforcement police arrive, only to find the two detectives and Tamada both dead. The detectives were shot around ten times, while Tamada was shot only twice. Did Tamada take their guns from them? Did they go mad and shoot each other? That might be the implication, since Tamada is heard saying "Come follow me" on the recording, and I doubt you even need to get to the end of the story to guess what that means.

This game was causing a massacre. At least a hundred children were dead.

I'm sorry, HOW many? You did not specify how many at the start of the story, so I was thinking like twenty, and now you're hitting me with this?

Since Tamada confessed to being behind it all, the detective leading the case decides to close it before anyone else ends up dead. All the evidence is locked up, and no one speaks of the case much more...until the ten-year anniversary of the games' release. The lead detective is reminded of the case by something, and decides to go digging through the evidence container. He finds a container filled with exactly 104 copies of Pokemon Red & Green. (Did he count them out?)

He reached in and pulled one out, Pokemon Red. He hadn't seen one in a long time. He didn't know what he thought next, but he reached in his desk and pulled out an old Gameboy. He received it a long time ago, but it still worked. It was his son's, but he had died a few years ago. His wife was gone too. That was then though.

The detective starts up a new game, and even though he was not present at the meeting with Tamada, he can hear his voice saying "come follow me" in his head. He enters the grass, and the game freezes for a moment, then resets with this text onscreen:

"Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me. I miss you dad, I miss you my husband, I miss you so much."

More and more text along these lines keeps appearing. The man gets the sense that this is his wife and child speaking to him, and he begins crying. The text onscreen begins emphasizing that the detective should "come follow " them, so they can be with him forever and ever...

"Don't stay away. You can see us too.. We miss you.. Come follow me. We love yo--" A black screen. The detectives eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping. The screen lit back up, and Oak was leading him out of the grass. "Come follow me," said Oak. "NO!" shouted the man, dropping the game onto the floor.

I'm sorry, but that mental image is just objectively hilarious.

Also, can anyone confirm if Prof. Oak says "Come follow me" in his regular dialogue? If so, that's actually a nice recontextualization of something that's normally not scary.

The detective starts yelling at the game to bring his wife and son back. In the room with him appear the ghosts of children, many with injuries, begging the game for their lost parents or pets back.

So, did Tamada and Miura program ghost-sense into the player, or is the detective just supernaturally gifted? Or is he just going insane?

"Come follow me..." said a voice. The lead detective looked over, and in the corner of his room, next to an old desk, was Sousuke. He stood in the corner, tall, handsome, clean. A smile was on his face, stretching across his face.

Ah yes, the smile on his face stretched across his face. The floor here is also made out of floor.

Tamada tells the detective he can reunite him with his family, and pulls out his old gun from a desk drawer. Saying that he will follow his family, the detective shoots himself.

It was a few days before the body was discovered. It lay on the floor, blood everywhere. In one hand held an empty gun, and in the other was a classic Gameboy with Pokemon Red on the back. The battery had long died, and only an empty, black screen was left.

Notice how more sentences in this paragraph are given to describing the GameBoy than to the dead body. Lesson for writers everywhere: keep track of what you have put focus on, so your horror story doesn't turn into an unintentional comedy.

After this final death, a detective took all 104 copies of the games and burned them. So, this is the end of the incident.

However, this is not the end of the story. The code was said to have survived, and was even passed on to other language versions of the games. If you have an old Pokemon game, you can place the cartridge in the back of the classic Gameboy, turn on the system, and roll the wheel who knows? Maybe you'll learn the secret for yourself.

In the age of data-mining, this story is really rendered hilarious. If there really was some secret code in these games, TCRF would have found it already.

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And that marks the end of this story! Wow was it bad!!!

Got any other hilarious PokePastas? Might just turn this into a Halloween series~

[auniverseforgotten]

Ship Ask 2 Electric Boogaloo: Bedivere/Tristan mayhap? o.o

SO I'M STARTING HERE BCUS I HAVE SO MANY SALIERI SHIPS AND I NEED TO GO TO BED SOON

Also a note for clarity: I know what fgo says about the Bedivere in Chaldea not being the one in Camelot and servants not remembering things but you're in MY TOWN and my town is ANGST TOWN so servants remember EVERYTHING [except when it's more angsty for them to forget <3] and this Bedivere is the one from Camelot <3

read more because LONK

who’s the cuddler: 

We start with a hard one lmao, so I think both could be depending on the situation? Overall I do think Bedivere would Want cuddles more but...we all know how Bedivere is with self loathing and self worth, so I don't think he would manage to ask for them. Because of this Tristan would Look like the more physically touchy one, because he sees him and reads what he needs via body language. And there is NO WAY Bedivere isn't touch starved so he has noooooo idea what to do with affection when it's given, especially with all his aforementioned self loathing.

BUT ALSO I feel like Bedi's love language for others is touch [maaayeb gift giving] so when he does manage to convince himself it's okay to touch then he just. Never stops. They come off as very lovey dovey [sometimes to a codependent degree depending on the observer] because they are ALWAYS holding hands but it's because Bedivere Needs touch and closeness to ground him.

who makes the bed:

Bedivere, he's a very organized person imo who likes his spaces neat and tidy. I don't necessarily think of Tristan as messy, but like he would care less so long as everything is functional?

who wakes up first:

Situational, but usually Bedivere. If either of them have really bad nightmares from...any number of traumatizing events in their lives, they both tend to stay awake for the rest of the night.

But also Bedivere has a very bad habit of pushing himself as far as possible for as long as possible, and he will just. Not sleep also. Once he and Tristan get together [AND BOY DOES IT TAKE FOREVER], it's less frequent if only because Tristan will make himself stay up too and Bedivere panics and worries over his health.

who has the weird taste in music:

I'm mixed because it would be Hilarious if Bedi's music taste was as eclectic as his palate, but that was born out of a need to survive more than anything else. And I mean...music is Tristan's whole THING.

So definitely Tristan, and Bedivere will return to their shared quarters to the oddest music he has ever heard, but it makes Tristan happy so it makes him happy too.

who is more protective:

LOADED QUESTION because wow they both are! However given what I said about Bedivere at the very start, I'm gonna say that Tristan is more visibly protective of him. Bedivere's protectiveness is fear for Tristan stemming from mythos and that what an aspect of himself did in Camelot will weigh him down and eventually crush him, whereas Tristan's protectiveness is stemming from the fact that his partner was very much on a solitary, incredibly difficult journey for over a thousand years and still will not stop to rest.

When it comes to events and story they're rarely really main targets, not like say Mash or the MC or whatever welfare we get, so I don't think there's a lot of protectiveness around other servants; they no that they can both handle people. Out fighting monsters though, yeah, especially anything that can poison given how Tristan died...Bedivere doesn't take that well. Meanwhile when Bedivere uses his NP Tristan needs to not be anywhere near earshot or line of sight because yeah sure the noble phantasm Bedivere unleashes saying the power can swallow him whole, yeah he's not gonna take that well [tbf neither do any of the other KoR]

And also Bedivere is just...so self sacrificing, he went before the Lion King as a human to fix a mistake he made, he would lay his life down for anyone and everyone, he would die to protect someone every time, and like hell Tristan is going to let him, he'll be selfish for the both of them if he has to, which is another layer of protectiveness when faced with relationships with other servants.

who sings in the shower:

Tristan he's Tristan he has a HARP BOW he just HAS TO. I do also feel like Bedivere is a bit too shy too; we see time and time again that he's just not. Confident in any sort of place for himself? So even small joys would be denied until they managed to get him some kinda therapy THAT IS NOT KIARA.

who cries during movies:

Oh both of them all the way. It may depend on movie, like Tristan absolutely bawling over tragic romances while Bedivere just sits there, uncomfortable, remembering how much fucked up in his life because of other people's tragic romances. Meanwhile any movie that involves a character undertaking a journey and never being able to be the same will just break him. And they both absolutely lose it with animal movies, WHO DOESN'T??

who spends the most while out shopping:

Tristan, really easy pick there. Not only does he seem to REALLY ENJOY the finer things in life, but also Bedivere is so used to living on. Literally nothing, shopping in general is something that takes getting used to. If Tristan ever buys him a gift he has to make certain Bedivere never learns the price because his already modest nature+a thousand+ years of lonely pilgrimage have left him...very aware of the hardships in life and in the face of those, what do you mean you paid hundreds for this gift, I'm not worthy of that- [which starts. such a fight every time.]

who kisses more roughly:

Mmmm boring answer, but honestly I don't think either of them? Bedivere overall is rather gentle and mild mannered, so it's difficult to imagine him being rough in general, and while Tristan I'm sure could, Bedivere's been through so much that all he wants is to treat him softly and gently because god, nothing else did for centuries on end. No he hasn't forgiven Merlin for that, no he won't forgive Merlin for that, he doesn't care if it was started by Bedivere not returning the sword to the lake, that sin has more than been paid for.

who is more domineering:

In the beginning of their relationship Tristan would have to initiate literally anything because Bedivere constantly feels unworthy; over time Bedivere adjusts, but Tristan is still more likely to initiate. So while I can't really see either of them acting entirely domineering, Tristan veers a little closer to it by virtue of being more comfortable with touch and affection.

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 

10/10, I really love this ship a lot even though my preference is baaaarely slightly for Merlin and Bedivere. The great part is with this ship I can just ignore all the disgusting womanizing shit typemoon does with Tristan's character <3 <3

THANK YOU FOR THE FOUR ASKS I PROB WILL HAVE TO GET TO THE OTHERS LATER because it's past bedtime and the work week begins again for me,,,,but S O O N.

Ask meme here for anyone who wants to do it/wants to ask me!

[anydaynowuc]

Though the film is about entertainment and the way to which it affects the way that we form connections. I am aware that the presence of Phones and social media among other pieces of technology can feel cliched and on the nose. Also I feel that the presence of phones and laptops are two individualistic. Of course the consumption of media as portrayed in the work appears isolating and the phones and other things would show immediate isolation. It felt wrong and obvious and felt as if it were blaming the people interacting with it. If I were to attempt to explore a theme like this it had to feel more overwhelming, something that could envelop a community or a town.

When I first started thinking about what I was interested in and what I was going to make I had no Ideas at all. This was until one day sitting at an intersection thinking back to a house I would walk past near halswell quarry. The house was simple but I had remembered walking past and seeing what I now know is an Anemometer spinning on the side of his house alongside an assortment of other weather tracking devices. At that moment as I was stopped at the lights I had remembered this and thought of an image of one spinning against a sky, a sky painted with that rich and deep blue that appears before a big storm. This was accompanied by an exaggerated sound of a pulsating whoosh of wind as the meter would spin. This was as far as my idea for the film went but it was a thought I couldnt get rid of. Everytime I would attempt to brainstorm this image would re appear.

Weather became my main substitute for entertainment. It was something that appears normal to most. It is something widespread, being able to cover a whole town. This potential for rain is an idea that is isolating the thought of rain encouraging people to stay home.

Miscommunication and communication are important aspects of my film. The way people connect or attempt to connect with one another. Weather being this stand in for entertainment was always funny to me with talks about the weather being the most cliched form of small talk

There are still pieces of technology present Tv’s will appear multiple times within the film but apart from a couple cases the TV is something that lingers in the background you can hear mention of it and you can hear it being played but is seldom used as a main focus within the story. Often the Tv’s or mention of Tv’s talk of weather forecasts. representative of our current societal relationship with entertainment the beginnings of discussions about how it is affecting us but it remains fairly on the surface.

The Weatherman in my film is the biggest showcase of weather and entertainment. His fears or obsession with the weather has left him isolated by his own choice. He fails to form connections with others because of the need to be constantly checking to see if this big storm is coming. He spends all of this time watching the “storm”, waiting for something to happen, good or bad, but nothing happens. He is constantly waiting proclaiming “any day now any day now”, but there is no catharsis. He watches with the belief that he is doing something when he's watching it. He believes that by watching it he is protecting his house. The task is absurd for if the storm did hit as he says it would there is nothing he could do to prevent anything from happening and if it doesn't he will just continue to wait. He loses either way.

[alvisthefox]

My OC has a darkish backstory. As it's not finalised his age jumps alittle and stuff

He's more to existing after IDW ect

As time of birth. Stuck with new born during sonic forces or born after. (Father dies in the war. Hents why he isn't seen but can be in the spin off stories)

Born as a normal. Orange fox... with 2 tails.

In the comic or say. Story. He's when he is first shown or seen by sonic he's this mute, non vurble poncho wearing combat tech wiz (only talks when in discuses. "Cloak Tech" cloaking what alows him to look and feel like who hes discussed as)

Als attitude changes to situations. When around eggman he's quite and just a shadow. But when alone he's depressed and would walk in circles. But when alone with sonic. First he'd been angry and upset that the heros he looked up to never saved him how he was scerd and alone. Hurting. But would would become more friendly and gets over the anger eventually

Only thing what's not been moderfied into his DNA is his smarts. Like Tails and Eggman he's super smart what made him as a child idolise Tails as a child. Even as a child he went out his way to get Tails attention and would have a little bonding over the fact of being kinda alike with tails and smarts

Like like how a child is he'd say "when I'm older, I want to be juts like you!"

Shame what happened due to his mother having no love for him. Lead to him being toutcherd and experimented on

His purple fur is just a side affect of the experiments

As sonic to be 15 around the age Al is born. This all takes place (idk to chose his age. I'd go 9 years old but then I'm going with 12)

I'll age the charicters to age when the story would take place. Left be if Al is 9 and right be of he's 12

Sonic: 24-27

Tails: 17-20

Knuckles: 25-28

Shadow: don't matter. But. 59-62

Rouge: 27-30

Cream: 15-18

Al in the story would be more like how rouge was but is in eggmans contole. His poncho around his neck hides a collar what is fitted to shock him back to submission. He isnt a bad guy.

His gauntlet shock to make his punches hurt more (this is so he can pull his punches but still hurt but not actually hurt anyone to baddly) but can also just make hard punches sting more. Shock you so you pass out like a taser

His mental health isn't the best. From toutcher what gaves him his code name (113). To being unloved for years. Known the world things Alvis Winter is dead. He thinks the is no hope or future for him but he just can't give up and wants to know what he can do

Als redemption comes to after being abandoned by eggman after being defeated by super sonic and shadow and tails (Yeah ima go there). Eggman gives up on Al. Als fears and everything make him panic and as the 3 get closer he escapes

Stuff happens but tails as a idea where Al could of gone

(Moment of Al kidnaps Tails and well opens abit about him and Tails is thr first to fully know Al is forced to be bad)

They meet. Bring Al with them. The city and town folk hate him. Al runs off

Mimic and surge and kit kidnap sonic (FYI I've had this 3 team up for abit in my head for few month before the 3 actually did so. Cool)

(Al has a bounty on him)

Only Al can come and or sonic would die

Al stops them. Get bit of a hero scene of Al the hero. He was told to take his poncho off before any interaction in the bunker. so be a kinda first site of him doing his thing with no poncho

The news and live feed if this be seen by all and well this how he is from 113 the bad guy to 113. Good guy? Taken in by sonic and others but keeps inside and works on tech and only comes when asked or needed

Would wear the poncho but hood down there for but also gose around with hood up or no poncho at all

Kinda the run down and very simple missing load if detail of Als story and some facts. Main story

Hope it's okay and sorry if it's a mess to read

I missed out his powers. Would have to find out later

[theretirementstory]

Greetings from a sunny Bar-sur-Aube, it is 24c which is a comfortable temperature after the temperatures we have seen in recent weeks. We have had rain, I for one have been very pleased about that, the grass is turning green again and the plants look brighter for having a good soaking.

Monday was “Assomption” and a Fête day here in France. A lot of shops were open, even if just half a day, the bar was closed in the evening!! How do I know this? Well I had a few cards to post, so ventured into town and decided I would have a pizza. Told it would be one hour, no problem thought I, pop to the bar, only to discover it was closed so I had to sit outside the pizza shop.

I have been busy planning meeting up with friends when I do eventually go away for my holiday. Good news is that so far 6 of us are organised, waiting to hear from one and need to message another (she is on holiday).

It always feels as if I haven’t done much in the week apart from tending to my tomatoes and strawberries. The latter are on their last legs, but they have been fruiting since the end of May so, I really think they deserve a rest now. I have become a gardening bore, yes really! My days seem to consist of investigating ways to improve my grass (can’t call it a lawn), what plants will grow planted in certain areas, worrying because I don’t think I planted my clematis deep enough and that is why it has small leaves and no flowers……I could go on but I don’t want to bore you 😂. Now I am planning fruit and vegetables to grow next year. 😩

When I was coming to France to live, my youngest son was worried I would be bored…..not boring 😂😂. I was going to do knitting, sewing, and could see myself pottering around the garden in a floppy sun hat, carrying my trug. Well I still haven’t found my trug yet but I have accomplished all of the others. Not bad really!

The knitting workshop seems to be “cooling” a bit. One lady comes for an hour, tells me she has a doctors appointment then messes around, which disrupts other people. I have not been doing very much knitting wise and had been stitching up baby bootees, hats etc. It is well to be seen that the disruption may come from me, so I am going to look into either doing some sewing or improving my crochet skills so that the ladies can try something else.

I had a catch up with my cousin and her husband in the week. It’s lovely to be able to video call them to find out how they are. I think busy lives get in the way of keeping in contact with cousins, but when you aunt or uncle are no longer there, when you have reached a more relaxing (😂) phase of your life, it is good to reconnect with these people. I have quite a lot of cousins, some I have no idea where they are, if still alive and it can be quite sad to think how close you were as children and now you could probably pass them in the street and not recognise them!

My gorgeous grandchildren, “The Daddy” and “The Mummy” are preparing for a special visitor, fortunately it’s not another baby or an animal just someone they haven’t seen in quite a while.

I think “The Paralegal” will be on his way to Leeds, as I write this blog. Have a great day with friends and remember, it’s all about picking up ideas 😉.

It’s been a while since I did any baking as it has been too hot, but the other day I “whipped up” a coffee cake. Today, I need to make a batch of cheese scones and a fruit cake.

Monique sent me more photos of her twin grandchildren, 7 months old and already losing that baby look, and looking more like “little girls”. She also said that Jean Claude is not well, I do fear that it is more than the heat that is affecting him, let us hope not.

I will leave you with this excerpt from An August Cricket by Arthur Goodenough

When August days are hot and long,

And the August hills are hazy,

And clouds are slow and winds also,

And brooks are low and lazy.

Have a great week!

[humming-way]

CONFESSION

It was Friday, 29th April, 8.30 PM, I stepped out of the office and looked at the building in the front, stared at it for a while. Then asked for my friend’s phone. He took it out of his pants pocket and handed it over to me. He’s got the latest iphone. iPhone, they say, has a good camera. Don’t ask how many megapixels, I am simply not interested in absorbing that kind of information. For me, it’s an unwanted info and is as good as a piece of candy wrapper in a trash.’’

There was something about the building, the light blaring from one of the windows and the shadow that was splattered across the wall. That scenery made me feel something and that something evoked the desire to capture it.

That night when I returned home, my friend texted. He wanted to post that picture on his social media and asked for a caption. He was an active participant of Instagram universe and always approached me for the captions. I looked at the photograph and typed this-

“That window, where the light illumes is where the underpaid ghosts of Okhla town have united. So, what is brewing in that dim light? Is it a conspiracy against the bosses who brainwash them with the hopes of making them seen or heard during the day time? Or just a discussion with how hopeless and toxic this 'animal farm’ kind of a world this Earth and its earthling breeding? Whatever it may be, these ghosts, for tonight- just tonight are united and are drinking their tears, their sweat and their despair tonight.”

Why this particular grim caption? Merely because they echoed my current feelings. Those feelings that made me feel like a sore and a wounded Achilles, who has fallen from the action and doesn’t wish to fight, despite being the best warrior.

Without wanting to make it sound dramatic, it was the end of the month, I was promised an increment and was not given one. I had lusted for a higher pay all along and now I was too tired to keep working as a cheap labour. Not being paid well for the amount of time and energy I was putting in, was only tempting me towards the road of exit. Not the exit of my young career at the world of films, but I longed to discontinue my service at the organisation I was working for. Even though I wasn’t alone in my suffering, there were more like me who were also a part of the underpaid brigade. However, I felt like it was affecting me far more than anybody else. Not getting the pennies I was worth for- played with my head, my confidence, my motivation and lately (I felt) my performance as well.

I kept my phone away, lied down on my bed and watched the fan spin. Delhi had become unbearable to live under the scorching sun and the burden of these thoughts.

Even though I was tired of being exploited, being taken advantage of, being shouted at, why couldn’t I do anything to action against it? Why was I feeble and fearful to do things I wanted to do?

I wanted to write and tell my own stories. I wanted to sing. I wanted to move to Bombay. What was I doing about any of that? Nothing. What was holding me back?

Now when I think of it, I feel why did I even venture into creative industry? I wasn’t what you’d call a ‘good’ writer. I was okay. Average, for that matter. I wrote the way most folks do. My friends and family told me I sing well but I could never believe them and then despite my disbelief there lied a dormant dream, a dream of my young teenage self who wanted to sing and play. Till date I had held on to that dream like my dear life.  I had these aspirations, these notions and ideas about being an artist. Quite honestly, was I even equipped to call myself an artist? I hadn’t done anything except designing ppts, writing stories I dare not show anybody, half written lyrics to songs that weren’t even composed yet. I was just a regular, ordinary, a plain salted lemon soda. I didn’t have creative brilliance, that spark that often gets talked about. The kind of spark Akira Kurosawa would talk about in Satyajit Ray. The kind of spark I saw in Roald Dahl or Patti Smith or Virginia Woolf. The more I worked in the industry and saw how confidently and swiftly the other creatives walked their talk, the more I questioned my abilities and skills. I know I shouldn’t do that, I shouldn’t be intimidated, shouldn’t compare because we’re all different and have our own path but when you’re spiraling downwards and get into the habit of second guessing yourself, it is hard to see that you can have quirks that are inimitable.

The more I swathed in self-doubt, the more it reflected in my personality and perhaps that’s why I was given in to exploitation. This world can be a cruel place and commanders who govern its landscape sniff doubts from afar. Once they identify your weaknesses, they live off it. They master in the art of “hypnotising” and “brainwashing” and can make you believe that you’re nothing more than a cheap labour. They’re so clever that they only reveal their wickedness and trickery in the financial year and then they devise a plan to break your hopes. It all happens systematically. By first reducing your work load, then throwing tantrums of “you’re not doing anything”, then telling you “You’re not good enough”. They start seeding these thoughts so that when you do actually sit down to talk about money, your case doesn’t look solid. Then there comes a point where you start believing in their spiteful plans and give in to what they want you to give in to.

A year into the world of advertising films I had seen quite a bit. I had seen the hardworking kind, the smart workers, the money minded magicians, the gifted mavericks, the egoists, the ass lickers and so on and so forth. Then there was me. I was not only a hard worker, but also docile, could hardly muster up a NO, never took leaves, worked on weekends. I was gentle, soft and dumb. So bloody dumb. It took me a while to deal with cannibalistic, erratic and outrightly flippant kinds. Amidst this sea of shark, it was rare, rarest of rare to spot kind, thoughtful, nice and tender-hearted human being.

You see, I know I am raging. Raging with the way this world is turning out to be. The more world shows me its harsh realities the more I rage to be a better person- softer and kinder. It is sad how as society, we encourage people to hide behind the veil of toughness, how being ruthless is acknowledged over being generous. How kinder people are being exploited for just being ‘a good human.’

Every time I tried to share these feelings with people, their only advise was- You have to toughen up, be a boss lady, be a bad ass bitch, be a fighter.

I don’t know how to be a bad bitch. Nevertheless, if I am to take myself out of the character, that character might shape into some film.  

I have been struggling with all this and more. When I voice my thoughts to other creatives, they tell me its natural and everyone goes through it. It’s a part of the process.

2021 was a creatively low year for me. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t write. Maybe because I thought too much about not feeling creative or maybe also because I was overworked. I would also like to acknowledge that I didn’t have the time and the energy to sit down and think. I also put an unnecessary pressure to only think best or do best.

This year, feels different. I won’t say I am brimming with ideas but there is a new zest, a strange sort of a hunger to create. And that hunger keeps luring me to an idea of writing and documenting. Although I don’t have any particular story in mind but I am sure that if I sit down to think of one, I’ll be able to crack it.

So far what am I up to? I am just practicing my writing and thinking muscle by scripting some bad rhymes. Bad rhymes because what’s wrong with being bad? Why can’t I be bad?

What good has being good given me? It only induced self-doubt? Lead me to willingly get exploited? Exploitation to an extent that I started to believe that I am not deserving.

Therefore, here I am, typing all my worries and misery into paper with a keen intent to celebrate my struggles with money, with art, with procrastinating and my identity, word by word, paragraph by paragraph.  

If it’s all a part of the journey then let’s see how I row my boat through murky waters to the stillness of an ocean.