#comments appreciated

[moonamite]

Guys new au in the works

MI/MAW infection au (Human exposure disease)

[acenturions]

curious case

Silena whispers to Charles, both of them watching the way Luke and Annabeth act from afar. How he’s correcting her form with a bow, how his hands are a bit too low. “Not to be weird, but like they seem really really close sometimes, you know what I mean?”

He turns to her. “No, I get what you mean.”

She has a crush on Luke, plain and simple. And yeah, maybe her reasons are quite shallow as well. Tall, handsome and those curls… he could be a son of Aphrodite himself. But it’s a good thing he’s not.

He’s nice to look at. Here’s the thing, if you’re looking in his direction, you will notice Annabeth right next to him, always. It’s like they’re fused together. And it’s great, really. Except sometimes there’s looks or touches, things that seem shifted slightly out of place.

And there’s that tug at the chest, the same feeling she gets when there’s attraction, desire. But she looks back, and it’s still only Annabeth and Luke, no one else.

[the-writings-of-kaos]

Criminal digest

“This is an intergalactic criminal conspiracy broadcast! To anyone currently inhabiting the Yatta-Ratta-BimBop Quadrant, this message is for you! A pack of criminals have been spotted in the area, and were spotted conspiring with human terrorists! If you see any humans, report them immediately to your nearest station of-“

*Jim cut the transponder off, rubbing his eyes as he rolled out of bed. Putting on a fresh pair of underwear, some socks, pants, a shirt, and a nice well fitting tie. As he answered the knock on the door, two officers, one a Yittlian and the other a Corbatich.*

“Good morning Officer Grus, Officer Chitic. Would you like to come in for some breakfast? It’s awfully early of you to come to my door before I’ve even dressed, today must be a special occasion.”

*The two officers, the insectoid grasshopper like Yittlian Grus’s antennae twitch excitedly, as the bipedal six armed boar like Borbatich stopped his younger officer.*

“We’re sorry Jim, I don’t think you’ll have time to eat today.” *Chitic said apologetically.*

“Huh? Oh, is it time for my papers to be restored? I coulda swore that was next Friday.”

“No- uhh…”

*The senior officer snorted, an action that Jim recognized whenever Chitic would get lost in how to put this poetically.*

“They want to kill me today don’t they?”

*The younger officer looked surprised, clearly the much less mature junior officer had been kept out of the loop for their own sake. Seeing the sadness in the emote-less insectoid, just from the amazing amount of twitching in his antennae, Jim went inside and grabbed the now half burnt sausages off the stove, aswell as the pot of coffee. Putting the two in air tight containers he went back to the front door, somberly following the two officers to the car as the neighbours watched with prying eyes as the elderly male human was finally ‘dragged off’ as they saw it. But some knew better, some even began to mourn. It was a sad day, the day that a kind soul would be killed for the faultless crimes of his kind halfway across the galaxy.*

*Jim opened the containers, getting the spare cups he always left in the patrol car and offering some of the coffee to the two officers who took it gratefully, the insectoid lapping it up happily.*

“I’m guessing they did something real bad today, did someone die?”

*The officers sigh.*

“Worse.” *Chitic started.* “a human lawyer found a hole in a planetary incarceration contract, and used it to justify the liberation of the planet, now all the humans, or what few are left, are being rounded up in the core worlds to be… ‘uprooted’l

*The old man chuckled.*

“What a bunch of idiots. Want a sausage Grus?”

*The insectoid happily took the artificial meat link, chewing it happily as Jim ate in the car.*

“Hmm… Clarice died of heart attack a year ago, and Stan fell down his stairs last week, is there anyone left besides me?”

*The officers were silent, simply sipping their coffee.*

“Right…”

*He took another sip of his coffee with them.*

“…I’m the last human. The last man alive on this side.”

*The younger officer’s antennae drooped down, the reality of it leaving the air thick from the cursed truth, as Chitic spoke.*

“They said they were going to execute you in a traditional human way, as a show of faith that the humans will see reason.”

“Oh goodie, and knowing them it’s what… a guillotine?”

“Try smaller.”

“A hangman’s noose.”

“Smaller.”

“…they aren’t nailing me to a dammed cross are they?”

“No! No- they aren’t that idiotic.”

“Then what?”

“They are going to press you between stones, until you admit to being a terrorist.”

*Jim went silent, contemplating.*

“Like the male witch of the Salem trials?”

“The very one.”

“Hah, hehahahahah- oh that’s just rich.”

*The old man couldn’t help but laugh, he laughed as he was wrenched from the patrol car, as he was stripped nude in-front of the galaxy’s cameras. He laughed as he was tied down, and pinned on an old oak wood panel. It smelled like his home, like the cabins of his home on earth, it made him laugh. It made him laugh even as his bones were crushed, as they demanded answers from him, as they beat him even as he lay crushed under stone, until finally his suffering was ended by a human pistol.*

*As blood feel from his mouth, filling his lungs, the old man spoke his last words.*

“Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within?”

*The old man couldn’t help but laugh, as finally they planted another human bullet into him, this time in his brain. The second the bullet spattered the old mind of the defiant human, the sky seemed to shatter with light, human ships dropping out of FTL, as soldiers landed from above.*

“You cannot kill me, in a way that matters.”

*The soldiers were chanting this, the final line to the old man’s speech, as the grip of the federation was cut and uprooted from its hold on the galaxy.*

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As always thank you for reading. Dunno what this is but I made it and now I’m tired, sleep well, don’t add or subtract from the population, don’t end up in the paper, news, or jail. If you end up in jail establish dominance quickly.

Have a good weekend!

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

A question for the Murder Drones Fandom:

Alright, this has been bugging me ever since Episode 6-Dead End dropped: What exactly is the relationship between Beau and Alice? Moreover, where exactly did Beau come from?

I’ve mulled it over in my head, and the options I’ve come up with are:

Beau and Alice’s Relationship

Assuming the two are related, I can’t help but feel that they started as functional parent-child duo, before the stress of having to survive in the abandoned facility and Alice’s growing insanity caused the relationship to turn abusive.

The two more or less had a mutualistic relationship, working in tandem as a means of survival against the onslaught of the Sentinels, with Alice attaching DD parts to Beau to give him a fighting chance/make him more useful to both survive and aid her in harvesting parts.

Beau more or less served Alice out of a sense of duty/honor for having saved/helped him in the past, basically following the principle of “you saved my life, I am eternally grateful & in your debt”.

Beau, either due to upbringing or circumstance, was at one point as ruthless as Alice in trying to stay alive and scrapping any hapless Drone unfortunate enough to cross their path, before Alice eventually became unstable and abusive to the point Beau started having second thoughts, which culminated in his actions during the episode.

Beau’s Origin

Alice created him in a manner similar to Frankenstein’s Monster for the purposes of having some extra muscle on her side.

Beau is Alice’s son, but because of the nature of his upbringing, he never got a chance to grow up the way Workers typically do, which lead to Alice grafting Disassembly Drone components to him.

Alice just found Beau one day after the Sentinels cleaned house, already active and developing, having either been orphaned or abandoned.

Given the Cabin Fever facility was responsible for researching how the Absolute Solver developed within and Affected Worker Drones, it’s reasonable to assume that this included researching what, if any, effects it had on Untrained Neural Networks, which would give context to where Beau came from, but doesn’t explain how he and Alice met and started working together.

TLDR: I get part of Alice and Beau’s appeal is how frighteningly little we know about them and their backgrounds and activities other than the obvious. This has been a fun bit of speculation on two relatively incidental characters in the grand scheme of the show. Reblogs are appreciated and I would really like to hear other people’s theories regarding the two.

[astbeuorg]

falling (as if it was the first time to)

asmp: aimsey (he/they) /guqqie (she/her)

guqqie is exhausted of falling, but she is so hopelessly bound to

:

"The Moon Will Sing

Of our stories,

For Moon will be our forever only witness."

Staring skyward, at the flickering Aurora, from this little place of comfort, Guqqie felt its presence. How its graceful, everlasting nonexistence submerged all she had created into impeccable nothing. This Void. This ravenous, insatiable Void, that turned decades of neglect into dust at best.

Snowfall.

How unbearably easy it is to fall in love with the snow, waltzing, slowly, lightly, so unerringly graciously. There, bewitched by the cautious pas the snowflakes danced, covering the traitorous steps that threatened to uncover the secret path, stood Guqqie, hidden by the emerald tree crown. The Fox could not escape the eerie voices emerging from, it seemed, the cosmic abyss, whispering an end of this realm. "It will fall." — yes, it will, like any other prior, for she failed, as was foretold, once again.

There will soon be no more realms for The Walkers to defend. Nevertheless, none of them were ever sufficient enough to last. Never good enough to finish. Always precisely bad to end.

Having pledged her life on something so grandeur — the Prince's — she found no point at staring at the sky, pondering upon the risk of it falling. Can one speak of equality of all living things if hierarchy like that exists? Or, perhaps, there is no philosophy in the lives of ethereal beings? For they, the otherworldly, bind the shards of glass to weave a new world, embedded with broken, distorted Time to count the days down with. Grotesquely, "only time will tell" doesn't work here, for The Time couldn't care less — Time is unbothered, interwoven into universe, lacking a purpose. And they — they don't care about the days. They will end anyway. Speaking frankly, it seemed merely sad.

"Aurora is supposed to be a rarity," she thought, feeling the burden of meaning behind these words.

For some dream of it. To appreciate its magnificence if only once a lifetime and return to their routine, satisfied, accomplished, until it condescendes to them again, if ever. It adornes, embellishes, thus amazes.

Yet, how many countless times she has witnessed it? Over and over, the quantity so meaningless, the word "countless" itself seemed more akin to "uncountable". Similar in its uniqueness, coalescing into some whole, formless, shapeless something, disobedient to ordinals. The Fox couldn't help judging her own reasoning, as new ideas felt rudimentary, albeit justified. However, there was no place to blame rapidly deteriorating sense of beauty, as these monotonous events, in their appallingly remarkable similarity, had held her mind captive until the moment of catharsis — the one when she showed what it's like for her to fall in love (with the snow, of course, not some special person, of course not). Yet, mesmerized by the very idea of probability, Guqqie traveled through the forests, across the river, up the snowy mountain to the treehouse, the very special place.

The wish to make the hideout this exact type of building was as irresistible as was the one to build a farm just beside the castle. And the ledge it was built on seemed merely perfect, just above the valley — glorious hills, studded with wildflowers. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't proud of this one, especially the way the wide terrace was always the place to move the story forward. Would anyone believe that it was a pure coincidence that it could have been a perfect observatory for celestial studies? How fabulous it was to spectate starfalls, auroras, to simply watch the stars from the place you first express your love at? Acknowledging it, giving it a voice, a tone, a rhythm.

That being said, does it not impress her still? Sunsets don't, nor they ever could. Sunset had only implied the decline of the daylight — "Good job," it mocked, "you managed their surviving, now how about the nighttime?" — oh, how exhausted she was by nightly occurrence of someone's deathwish. However, she couldn't help loving the sight rather than the event itself. She could have sworn she loved sunsets in some other universe.

It was sunrise that usually symbolised a true victory.

Good job.

"You've got them through the night. You did your best."

Then which one of us is prone to machiavellism, so shamelessly alive, and if it already was not enough, so outrageously loving?

The Sword or The Crown?

The Fox or The Prince?

The Sunset or The Sunrise?

The Spectator, perhaps, The Agent, or The Narrator?

*

Aimsey vividly remembers the second she looked away from the sky that one time. And her glacier-colored eyes, luminous with something yet unknown to them — something, that felt like a spark of recognition she tried to stifle away — locking onto theirs. As if she was falling — for or down — once again, thus without terror nor shock, aglow with the Northern Lights, "you were sparkling — the eyes, illuminating everlasting adoration; I think I had never thought before the way you must have seen me."

"Don't worry, I'll just forget," he whispers.

Oh.

"Be sure, I'll remember this time," he once lied unknowingly.

"When you watch me fall in love with you all over again. When you build a village, find people to create an elaborate plan with to keep me safe, you let me to get to know you better with each time we restart, you want me to want you more than I did our last try, but I just... forget." his cries echoed in her memory.

"She kissed me, you know," he had once spoken to his only friend, covering his eyes with his hand and genuinely smiling, "the one I told you about."

The tear of sorrow trailed down the silver-lit skin in a silent manifestation.

Is it really possible to forget the moment someone found you simply more wondrous than the sight, presumably, so rare? Was it ever about the Aurora? Was it ever about the vastness of sky in exchange for his life?

Did they both experience this paradoxical feeling of simultaneous wish of both selfishness and selflessness? A warming, surprisingly comforting, however complex feeling, so akin to homesickness, yet undeniably stronger. Rebellious and calming, nearly defiant, and still so tender it seemed fragile.

"What does homesickness feel like anyways?" he wondered, "Can one feel miss the place having never been there?"

But home, home, seems like a place to dream of. Longing — a feeling so distant yet so familiar, like the dream about the field of tulips. Sunset-orange, grading to twilight-blue sky, with tweaks of pastel yellow clouds — a sight to remember, what a loss that such place has never existed. Aimsey could have sworn they would have had a beautiful story there.

"There is one last thing I want you to remember, Little Fox: having loved you once I may have forgotten the sacred words we whispered but there is no possible universe I won't repeat them again."

 *

You know, Little Prince, you were deaf once. I had stopped us once again, then everything got anew, and you came into this realm not able to hear a single sound. It was utterly devastating for me, I hadn't had a single idea how to solve it. And when whatever went wrong started to fade and your hearing began coming back, you rushed to my pine-tree, stumbling over roots and burying yourself in a snow, falling over and over. You were such a delightful sight.

"Aimsey?" I then uttered, as if slightly surprised at your dramatic appearance.

I swear, I'd let every realm decay before my very eyes just in exchange for how you looked at me that moment.

As if I were the most magnificent being in the multiverse, as if your everlost feeling of home was found in that very moment, settled hiding within my features, within the notes of my voice's timbre, as if you just have felt the most majestic song in a single word. And I only did say your own name. You fall on your knees, melting to this moment, not daring to get your eyes off mine, speechless, and I rush forward, catching you in a warm embrace, stumbling with my questions, trying to understand what you are getting through. But you only look at me as if you're enchanted.

"Repeat," I have not heard your voice in this world, not as if I don't remember every octave of it, but it's hoarse and stifled, "Can you repeat my name, please?"

You hear me. And you've fallen like the first thing you've heard the most magical song. But I have only said your name.

*

Distorted distant voice of the unreliable narrator cries, mute to all existent things in a brand-new realm.

Please, just let me die. Please, Guqqie! I want to remember who I was.

You will thank me later.

Remember this, my darling, we fall down the well, in love, into the dazzling darkness, but i know how to stop now.

"Name your courage now, Little Fox."

"You, Aimsey. You alone are all the courage I have ever had."

Once it ended, soft voice of one he could have known before might have recalled the philosophy of the paradox.

"That's exactly what's been missing here! I never thought of that before."

"Yeah, I guess it's just came to me."

Your name, free of ethereal titles, like the sweetest song to me, and our life, reborn in amnesia, under a new sky.

[vvyvernicus]

I am very tempted to write a fanfiction for Baldurs Gate 3 without having actually played the game myself.

And yes, it's because of Astarion.

Terrible idea?

[crazychicke]

Steroline I You Belong with Me

[calvinbeemanart]

Which one is better

[the-writings-of-kaos]

HFY: OneShot: Ground

Tekpek slumped against a rock as the marching group finally stopped in a hidden valley; those who had only been lightly injured were left in charge of setting up tents, while those with broken frontal limbs were tended to by the White unit, those with broken back limbs however- well they were put down honourably at least.

“I just don’t get it, how in the singularity…” Tekpek began to complain but was hurriedly shushed.

“Don’t speak so loudly, third brother.” The squad leader looked around, his long ears listening for movement after his subordinate thoughtlessly shouted in the middle of their stealth retreat. “Alright, third brother, what is it you don’t understand?”

Tekpek looked up at his squad leader; he was a Mardeen, a race of rodent-descended arboreal creatures. His leader had a brown coat of fur that made him suited for missions such as this, but according to his account, he may as well be the ugliest Mardeen in existence. Tekpek didn’t mind this, of course, but it certainly did bring morale down when the leader wished to die and make up for his ugly colour, which was something of a crime amongst his people because of the uglies' ability to hide against the dirt.

Shaking the thought from his mind, Tekpek began to explain, heaving out the sand and dust from the march as he explained in a low tone.

“Why do the humans… Why do the bipedal freaks seem so intent on hunting us like this? Weren’t they a prey species?”

The squad lead looked at his third brother; though he understood his confusion, it still made him once again question the intelligence of something descended from a four-legged flightless avian.

“To my understanding, humans are… they are a species that was forced onto the ground.” The squad lead said this, then thought it better to rephrase. “More accurately, you could say they were dropped from their cradle.”

Tekpek looked quizzically at his squad lead. “You mean… they all have early onset cerebral damage?”

Now, it was the squad lead time to make noise, but he wisely covered his mouth before his shrilling laugh escaped. “No, no, though they often have such injuries, humans are descended from a high canopy arboreal species known in their world as an ape. Did you read the biology leaflets that were handed to us?”

After a short twitch in his emotive feather, indicating that Tekpek had not, as the squad lead explained. “The planet that humans evolved on has semi-regular mass extinction events. During the time of their early ancestor, a global warming disaster led to the thinning of forests on their native continent until there were only sparse barbed trees made for the heat left over. This happened rapidly, for many of the earth's fauna and flora happened too fast for them to adapt.”

The battalion listened intently, knowing more about the enemy might help them escape this hell. Many of Tekpek’s fellow Caduras would be ignoring the squad lead in favour or sleeping while time allowed them to rest.

“The humans, being a canopy-dwelling species, having been dropped from the safe cradle of the treetops, were forced to learn how to survive in an increasingly hostile and dangerous desert.”

The soldiers winced at the thought, the spoken history not unlike their own situation as they sat exhausted in this valley in the desert world they all found themselves in.

“This led them to become incredibly adept at surviving in deserts. They evolved to be more hairless to vent heat more efficiently, save for an odd crest-like bundle atop their heads and protective hair in other locations, necessary places like the human chest and back where they were often injured.”

Another squad member offered the leader some rations before they continued.

“As the human native continent worsened, they fleed and adapted to the entire planet, ruling over it and quickly developing space flight. They then adapted to their solar system or adapted the system to them. They spread like that, like a plague, which is why we are fighting them in the first place.”

As the leaders' tale ended, something made a noise from the edge of the camp.

“You’re pretty close, rabbit, but you forgot one thing. We fought, clawed, and bled our way out of that hell, and we aren’t stopping for you either, that’s for damn sure.”

A human, dressed in desert camouflage, appeared from the darkness as the camp was surrounded.

“Fine by me, just get us off this god-forsaken world and get me something cool to drink.”

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As always comments and writing advice is appreciated! Thank you so much for reading!

[v1-kisser]

Random tidbits abt U.ltrakill S/I :O (More UTC)

Musically, he is associated with the bass guitar (Similarly to how V.1 is associated with drums, V.2 piano, G.abriel organ etc etc)

It goes well with V.1's drums I think, explains their dynamic nicely too. Levi is the more artistic, emotional, grounding force between the two. While V.1 is more energetic and assertive. They're DnB :) <3

He's not attracted to humans at all, only machines. If you asked him at age 7 who he was gonna marry one day he'd say "A big robot." and then show you his many drawings of various war machines

Yes he is autistic

His parents brushed it off as a phase

It was not a phase

He did have one or two human partners but even though he loved them, the only way he could feel attracted to them was if he imagined that they were secretly robots, Terminator style

He can't stand the cold. He'll start fires (like campfires) because he loves warm, and V.1 likes watching things burn. Tbh Levi likes that part too

His ass does not know how to shave w/o slicing his face open and tearing up in a manly masculine way. His facial hair is so patchy and raggedy but luckily nobody cares because it's the end of the world.

His favorite color is blue

He loses the idgaf war every. single. time. He cannot stand apathy. "I don't care" is his least favorite sentence, and he'd rather care too much about everything than not care about anything at all

His mbti is INFP and if he knew the stereotypes for them he'd wanna hurl

Despite being a weirdo he is great at explaining human functions/needs/traditions. He's studied human behavior extensively to appear more normal, and it paid off because there are a LOT of things V.1 doesn't understand about it.

He would LOVE roller coasters, he likes it when V.1 picks him up and dashes around because. Fast!

He likes the taste and smell of blood

[productofaritual]

Staying home sick and making custom pins for my school backpack, any ideas? (My interests/queer bs in pinned)

So far I have the agender flag, aroace flag, ace flag, wafstache (markiplier), set it off band logo and the genloss symbol so not those

[bethanythebogwitch]

Digimon fanfic chapter 1 draft

Hi, I'm posting the draft of chapter 1 of a Digimon fanfic I'm working on for proofreading and if anyone is interested in reading it. It's set in the Adventure canon between 02 and Tri, but follows original characters. Using dub terminology except where I think the dub is dumb. Chapter 2's draft in in the works.

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“Your brother is in the Digital World”

Daniel stared at the mysterious message that had just popped up on the family computer, then shouted.

“I knew it!”

“Hmm, knew what, danny?” asked Blue, Daniel’s partner Dracomon as he looked up. The red-eyed, small blue-green dragon with little red wings and antlers had been gnawing on a dog bone on his favorite spot on the family room’s recliner. 

“I just got a message from the Digital World saying that Andrew is there,” replied Daniel, “and don’t call me Danny”. 

It made sense, of course. This would be the second time Andrew disappeared into the Digital World. The first time was in 2000, not long after he watched the battle between the Japanese DigiDestined and Diaboromon on the internet. After a full two months, he returned home to a terrified brother and father with tales of a world full of digital monsters. To prove it, he brought back a partner Digimon, a Dracomon. Andrew never said much about what he went through on his adventure in the Digital World, but his Dracomon was accepted into the family. Two years later in December 2002, Daniel witnessed Andrew sending the light of his Digivice to help a new team of Japanese DigiDestined defeat the terrifying MaloMyotismon. Not long after, a digi-egg and Digivice emerged from the family computer, granting Daniel his own partner Dracomon (nicknamed Blue to tell him apart from Andrew’s) and marking him as a DigiDestined.

“Wha’s the rest of it say?” asked Blue, his interest suddenly diverted from his beloved bone.

Andrew turned back to the computer and read the message out loud.

“Your brother is in the Digital World. We want to help him and we want your help. We don’t have much time. If you want to help, touch your Digivice to the computer screen over this message. You have an hour to decide or we’ll have to go without you”. 

“What do you want to do, Danny?” asked Blue

“Of course we’re going to help, he’d do it for us. Plus, we can finally go on our own adventure just like he did”.

Blue looked excited. “Yeah, adventure!” Then his face fell and he looked down at the dog bone. “But what if there aren’t any bones there?”

“Fine, go get as many as you want, I’m going to write dad a note”.

As Blue ran to grab a bag to collect his precious bones, Daniel went to write his dad a note. He paused before beginning, unsure of what to say, but decided it was best to keep it simple and direct. 

“Dad, Andrew is in the Digital World again. He needs my help, so me and Blue are going to go bring him home. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine and back again before you know it. See you soon. ~ Daniel”

“I’m ready, Danny,” Blue cheerfully stated, carrying a plastic shopping bag full of at least 4 dog bones still in their packaging.

“I told you, it’s Daniel. I’m not nine anymore,” retorted the annoyed boy as he walked back into the family room. 

It was time. Daniel took a deep breath and took Blue’s hand.

“Let’s do this,” and with that, he held out his Digivice to the computer and the world dissolved in a swirl of colors. 

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“Keiko, something’s happening!”

At the sound of her partner’s voice, Keiko Kurosawa looked up from reading her book. The young Japanese girl’s short, black hair, broad-rimmed glasses and outfit (consisting of her school’s blue and white seifuku underneath a black sweatshirt emblazoned with a cartoonish skull) marked her as the quiet type with some unusual interests. What she saw was one of the many television monitors scattered around the Digital World beginning to glow bright enough that she was forced to turn away and shield her eyes. When the light faded, there stood two new figures. One was a human boy a year or two older than her wearing a red tee shirt emblazoned with a yellow star, a pair of khaki shorts, and an expression of wonder. His brown hair was unkempt, causing it to look spikey and showing that he wasn’t the type to care much about how he looked. Next to him was a small blue-green dragon Digimon.

Daniel looked around in amazement. They had arrived in a clearing in a forest, scattered through which were multiple shipping containers buried part way in the ground with no apparent logic or order. Two humans were present, one was a girl in glasses, who was crouching on the ground reading a book. Next to her was a Digimon that looked like a large, purple and white hamster with batlike wings in place of ears. The other human was a few years older than Daniel, around Andrew’s age. He had Asian features and dark, angry eyes underneath short black hair. His clothing (consisting of hiking boots, long pants, a jacket over his black shirt, and a backpack) was practical and clearly intended for someone who spent a lot of time outside. No Digimon stood next to him. 

Woah, Blue,” exclaimed Daniel, “We’re really in the Digital World aren’t we?”

“Beats me,” was the dragon’s reply. “I’ve never been there either”.

“You are in the Digital World,” said the girl. “You can call me Keiko”. Normally she wouldn’t let someone she just met use her given name like that, but when surrounded by Americans do as the Americans do, right?

“What’s up, I’m Daniel,” Said the American (a bit too loudly), as he grabbed Keiko’s hand, making her start a bit at the sudden gesture. “And this is Blue, my partner. Are you DigiDestined, too? That’s your partner? A Patamon, right?”

Keiko was taken aback by Daniel’s abruptness, but she was granted a second to think of a response as her partner angrily spoke up.

“You got dust between your ears? I’m no Patamon, I’m Tsukaimon!”

“Calm down, Tsukaimon,” admonished Keiko. “And yes, she’s my partner.”

Blue opened his mouth to give some response to Tsukaimon’s bluntness, but was interrupted by the third human, who had stepped up to the children and Digimon. 

“Now that you’re here, we need to get a move on,” he said bluntly.

“Who are you?” asked Daniel.

“Clark Yun,” responded the older boy. “I’m a friend of your brother’s and the one who decided to bring you in on this. Let me get something straight right away. I’m the most experienced one here and if you want to get through this safely, listen to me.”

“Uhh ok,” responded Daniel, bewildered by the older boy’s bluntness.

Clark nodded. “I’ll fill you in on more later. For now, we’re in a hurry and need to get moving. But first, there’s someone we need to talk to.” With that, he turned and walked toward the center of the clearing, where a small metal object was embedded in the ground.

“Is he always like this?” Daniel whispered to Keiko as the two followed.

She shrugged in response. “I just met him today and he’s barely said two words until now.”

“I reckon he could use a lesson in manners,” angrily muttered Tsukaimon. 

Clark reached down to the metal object and flipped a switch. Above it, a hologram flickered to life, displaying a young, brown-haired man in a robe.

Daniel gasped. “You’re Gennai, right? The DigiDestined chatroom has tons of stories about you!”

The man chuckled. “As happy as I am to meet a fan, no. My name’s Benjamin. You can think of me as Gennai’s colleague or brother. Or both. Clark here has helped me out with quite a few issues in the Digital World. Right now we have a problem I think you, Daniel, and you, Keiko, will be uniquely suited to solve.”

“My brother, right? Is he in danger?” Daniel asked.

Benjamin nodded. “I’m afraid so. You’ll need help to rescue him. Clark is going to guide you to the Subroutine Jungle, the home of lord Baihumon of the Harmonious Ones. He will give you aid. On your way-”

Whatever Benjamin was about to say was cut off as a combat knife shot out of nowhere, impaling the hologram projector and destroying it in a shower of sparks. 

‘GET DOWN!” yelled Clark. He shoved the shocked Daniel and Keiko behind the nearest shipping container. Their Digimon, being programmed for a dangerous life, had automatically started moving toward cover. 

“What’s going on?” asked Daniel as he picked himself up from the ground.

“It must be a wild Digimon,” said Keiko. “Maybe we intruded on its territory or scared it.”

“That’s no wild Digimon,” replied Clark in a deadly serious tone of voice. “I’ve seen those throwing knives before. It’s Sealsdramon. An assassin. It will wait as long as it needs to to get us. We need to fight and I don’t have a Digimon. It has to be one of you.”

Keiko and Tsukaimon shared a look. “We’ve been to the Digital World before, but not to fight,” said Keiko. “Tsukaimon hasn’t even Digivolved past her Rookie stage.”

“What about you?” asked Clark, turning his gaze to the least experienced member of the team.

Daniel swallowed. Blue had Digivolved, but never been in a real fight. All they knew was what Andrew had showed them 

“Don’t worry,” said Blue. “I’ve digivolved before. We can take care of this, right, Danny?”

Daniel nodded. Of course they could do it. Andrew could, and he showed them what to do.

“You bet we can, partner,” Daniel said, forcing down the shock and worry of the unexpected attack. He pulled his Digivice out of his pocket and held it out toward the little dragon. “Let’s do this”

Dracomon Digivolve to… Coredramon!

In place of the little dragon stood a much larger one. Seven feet tall, with dark blue scales and a pair of wings, the Coredramon’s razor-sharp claws and powerful fangs showed this was a creature programmed for combat. Blue’s wings raised, then beat down, propelling him above the shipping container in one powerful motion. 

“Blue Flare Breath!” A stream of blue fire shot from the dragon’s mouth in the direction the knife had been thrown from. The flame shot toward the trees, splintering them with the sheer power of the blast. Something moved between the fallen trees.

“Left!” yelled Clark. 

Blue, still airborne, whirled left just as another knife shot from the forest, clipping him in the shoulder. Blue roared in pain and let loose another Blue Flare Breath toward the new origin of the knife. More trees splintered and ignited, creating a haze of smoke that began rapidly filling the forest. As Blue squinted, trying to see through the smoke, a figure shot out of it behind him. This Digimon, Sealsdramon, stood shorter than Blue, no taller than an adult man. It had the appearance of a bipedal dinosaur, but its entire body was covered by or composed of metal, making it look more mechanical than biological. One eye was a large blue lens while the other was smaller and red. Two scabbards emerged from its shoulder, a knife held in each one. A third knife was clutched in one mechanical hand. 

Daniel barely had time to yell a warning before the Sealdramon leapt forward. “Death Behind” it declared in a monotone voice as it drove the dagger into Blue’s back. 

Blue roared in pain as the Sealsdramon leapt off of him, leaving the blade in his back. It quickly drew a replacement from one of the twin scabbards, which quickly grew another knife. Blue whirled around and dropped to the ground. The two Digimon glared at each other before charging. Blue lashed out with his powerful claws, aiming a blow at Sealsdramon’s neck, but the assassin dropped down, sliding along the ground and delivering a slash to the dragon’s ankle. 

“Coredramon!” shouted Clark. “Sealsdramon can’t fly!”

Blue’s eyes widened. He once again turned to face Sealsdramon, this time with a notable limp. He roared in challenge and began another charge. Sealsdramon accepted the challenge and once again rused at the blue dragon. Bue once again reached out a claw at Sealsdramon’s head and the other Digimon once again dropped into a slide. This time, however, Blue’s strike had been a decoy. His powerful tail whipped around and wrapped itself around Sealsdramon’s arm. With mighty wingbeats, Blue the Coredramon lifted off into the sky, carrying the captured Sealsdramon with him. 

Sealsdramon slashed at Blue’s tail, attempting to free itself. It needn’t have bothered though, as the coils of the Coredramon’s tail loosened and the larger Digimon dropped it. Too late, Sealsdramon realized its mistake. It has no ability to maneuver in the air, a prisoner of its own momentum. Here, the Coredramon possessed all the advantages. Sealsdramon threw its knife at the target, but Blue the Coredramon was too fast up here. Before the assassin could draw a new knife, Blue had flown directly above it. 

“Blue Flare Breath!” Another jet of blue flame burst forth from Blue’s jaws, aimed directly downward at Sealsdramon. The enemy Digimon, unable to dodge, could only cross its arms in front of it to try to deflect the flame, but this was in vain. The Blue Flare Breath impacted Sealsdramon, slamming it to the ground in a pillar of blue fire. Sealsdramon twitched a few times, then fell still. In less than a second, it died, dissolving into the raw data from which all Digimon are born. 

Blue was barely able to reach the ground before he de-Digivolved back into Dracomon and fell on the ground in a heap. Daniel ran over to his partner.

“Blue! Are you ok?

Blue opened an eye to see Daniel holding him. “Hey, Danny. I did it.” he said weakly

“Yeah, buddy. Yeah you did,” responded Blue’s human, with a worried voice.

Clark, Keiko, and Tsukaimon hurried over to the pair. “We have to go, it’s not safe here,” said Clark. “You did a great job, but you’ll need to rest on the go. They know we’re here now.”

“Who is? What’s going on?” Demanded Tsukaimon as Daniel scooped his partner into his arms. 

“I’ll fill you in on the way,” was the response. “We need to go before they find us again.”

With that, the older boy turned and walked into the forest. After exchanging a look, Daniel, Keiko, and Tsukaimon followed him into the unknown. 

[vvyvernicus]

Beginning of my Winter King x OC fic. Unsure if I'll commit to finishing it to full, but I'll leave it here in case anyone was curious.

Chapter 1: The Winter Star

When thinking of the coldest month of the year, December often comes to mind. All the winter decorations and holiday traditions are promoted most during this time of year after all. But in reality, the months that follow can have much harsher climates. Just like the weather that blankets Ohio in January.

The first snowfalls are beautiful and awe-inducing… for the first couple of days. Then people get sick of all the ice. It's cold, makes roads dangerous for travel and is just a pain to remove when more will just take its place a few hours later. Pure white snowflakes that first fell to the ground have now become coated with dirt and grime. And people will be wishing for spring to take over.

Not to mention when they block the view of the sky. Planes have to navigate through them carefully whenever a storm happens. And the people assisting the pilots from ground level have it even more rough. However these stresses really only apply to people like Yenna Lynn who are air traffic controllers.

With the weather being frequently abysmal, it made their jobs just that much harder. Knowing that lives could be potentially lost only added to the tension. So just what was there to be done about that stress? 

* * * * *

“Damn blizzards…”

The brunette scowled as she pulled her winter coat tighter across her body. Not only did these snow storms make directing the airplanes substantially more difficult, but they had prevented her from leaving her work premises. There had only been light snow that morning but no forecast predicting that the weather would turn into this. Then again, it was the snowiest time of the year. 

Yenna stared out the glass door which was getting battered by icy clumps from the other side. If it hadn't formed two feet of snow at the base, she might have been brave enough to traverse through it and get to her car. Normally there was equipment used to remove the snow buildup, but only during daylight hours. Unfortunately she was working a night shift. So for three more hours she was to be confined to her work environment.

“Ms. Lynnly, I see you've been taking in the scenery.”

She did not turn her gaze from the window as she knew who it was. One of her co-workers, one that she may or may not have indulged in a few risky acts with to fulfill a temporary way to relieve stress. Despite this, they were definitely not friends. At least not from her perspective.

“What do you want, Jeremy?” she groaned as she tore her focus away from her view of the world outside.

He stood taller than her, but considering she was 5'3, most men she came across did. Though not by too much, only by a couple of inches. It made it easy to make eye contact with him and look into his blue eyes that were eerily similar to hers. Thinking about it made her reminisce of back when she first got the job and people confusing them for siblings for that fact alone.

“You were looking a bit more anxious than usual so I thought I'd pop by to check on you. I'd offer you some of my ‘special candy’, but I know you don't operate that way,” he chuckled as she shot him an unimpressed glare.

While it was true that their job positions could be quite stressful at times, not once had she accepted one of his illicit methods of relaxation. Not only was it illegal, but she was pretty sure if her boss found out she would be fired. Unless he and the other staff were stealthily slipping them as well. Honestly it wouldn't surprise her if they had official doctor's prescriptions for stress relieving drugs. 

“We are literally snowed in. Of course I'm stressed out,” Yenna huffed before pulling her coat tighter. Even if they were inside, it still felt blisteringly cold to her. A grin flickered across Jeremy's face as he got a little closer to her.

“You know, we could always… have a little de-stressing in the bathroom. Not like we're on the clock so we have plenty of time to—”

“On second thought I do want some candy. Hand some over, will you?” she said as she gestured for him to slide some into her coat pocket. His eyes widened and he seemed to be in genuine surprise that she actually wanted to take them this time. “Just give me the damn smarties and I'll make sure I de-stress you thoroughly later,” she smiled at him as her fingers began to trail across his white dress shirt.

After that interaction, she found herself in possession of the alleged ecstasy candies. Though she grimaced at the thought of spending another time with him privately. She didn't exactly want the benefits he provided for her anymore. Not that she ever craved them the first time. But now was not the time for her to be thinking of the future.

With the bathroom door locked and secured, she reached into her pocket to take out the baggy. Inside were three round tablets, one red, one blue and one green. They really did bear a strong resemblance to smarties. Though she doubted they tasted the same. She popped the blue one first and was immediately hit with a bitter taste as she swallowed it.

Definitely not candy for kids. It went down her throat easily but then she pondered on if she was supposed to chew it up first. Suddenly panic set in as she worried that in the chance she took it wrong and that something bad could happen. Luckily Google came to the rescue and assured her swallowing it whole was the way to go.

“Thirty minutes to an hour, hm. I haven't eaten anything since lunch so it's got to be closer to thirty right? This waiting sucks,” she then groaned as her body slumped to the cool floor.

This is what her life had come to. Taking narcotics in hopes that life would suck just a little less. If only her parents could see her now. Though she never did care to meet them as they ditched her as a baby. With no familial ties, she was able to focus more on landing a good job for herself. However a six figure salary was starting to seem pointless if she was stressed all the time and had barely any time to do things outside of work.

Sighing, she leaned back against the wall as comfortably as she could. It was quite cold in the bathroom. Even with her hands inside her pockets she felt cold. Maybe the tablet also made one more sensitive to temperatures. No, it had to be because of all the cold outside building up. 

Her mind began to feel hazy and weak. The smartie was taking effect and now she could finally be at peace. She leaned down so that her head was flush with the hard floor. For some reason it felt like a cushion of softened snow. The faint sound of the winds howling away outside began to lull her into slumber.

* * * * *

Eventually she had to get up. There was a good chance that people would wonder where she was after being gone for so long. Plus it wasn't a very comfortable position. After all, she didn't want to keep touching the cold masses of snow beneath her. 

What a silly comparison for her brain to use to describe the bathroom floor. Sure it was cold, but it wasn't ice. Or wet. At least not last since she checked.

Her body suddenly jolted upwards as her eyes blinked themselves clear. As she gazed at her surroundings, one thing was clear. This was not the bathroom. Nor did it look close to the airport. She appeared to be in the middle of a forest that was covered thick with snow. This… had to be a prank, right?

“What the hell?” she spoke to herself softly as she stood to her feet. “Did someone seriously drag me out in the middle of the woods as some kind of… prank?”

She looked around for signs of people or perhaps cameras filming. It was a weird conclusion to jump to, but she wouldn't be surprised if that happened to be the case. She probably blacked out after taking the drug and a rival co-worker saw perfect opportunity to take the chance. Though this would have to be the most extreme prank someone had caused her to go through. Certainly a step up from putting salt in her coffee. 

Then a more likely reason popped into her head. Of course. This was a hallucination. Had to be, no doubt about it. Though was that a even a side effect of molly? She was no drug expert by any means.

“At least I didn't hallucinate my clothes being wet in this lovely weather,” she muttered as her hands started to dust off the snow clumps that had been forming on her clothes.

Touching the ice made her shiver more. Okay, maybe not a hallucination. But she was still holding onto the possibility. It would not be fun to have been stranded in an unknown location like this.

Oh of course! No need to panic since her phone was in pocket's reach. All she had to do was turn it on. Great, still has plenty of charge. Now to Google maps—

“Shit, no service,” she growled as she turned it back off and shoved it back into her pocket with unnecessary force.

Too far out into the wilderness that her phone wasn't able to get a signal. So much for that expensive data plan. As she looked around as her brain argued with itself on which direction to walk towards, she felt a certain pain in her chest.

Every time her heart beat, it felt like someone was sticking a needle right through it. One needle soon became several needles. And soon her hand found itself clutching at her chest. Though it did nothing to stop the pain.

She fell to her knees and doubled over, snow coating her pants once again. Now was no time to be panicking and yet…

It must have been a side effect of the pill she took. Anxiety welled up in her chest and was violently attacking her heart and lungs. She couldn't breathe. And it was too cold. Much too cold to think properly.

“Hey, over there!”

Her head perked up at the sound of the voice. It sounded like it could belong to a young, teenage girls. Even though she was trembling an in pain, she still did her best to pull her body somewhat upright. As she did, she saw too figures gliding towards her over the snowy ground. But as they got closer, she couldn't help but recoil backwards.

“A human woman?!” one of them blurted out in surprise as the pair stood only a few feet away from her.

As she stared at them in bewilderment, their pale blue eyes bore a similar expression. The two were completely identical in appearance. Each wore a blue helmet with a lightning bolt shape coming off the top, blue skirts and cyan blue hair that nearly came down to their waists. Their skin was also completely white and they had long, pointy noses. They also had swords which made Yenna even more wary of them.

“It can't be a human, they all got wiped out during the war remember? Our king told us that so it must be true,” the other said as she looked at Yenna with skepticism.

“Well, maybe not every human did. There had to be at least a few left that he didn't know about. Our king is great and smart, but I bet he doesn't know absolutely everything,” the first to speak replied as she lowered herself to Yenna's level. Yenna's eyes never wandered too far from their hands and weapons.

“Excuse me, but where exactly am I?” she spoke up as she tried her best to avoid showing weakness to these strange creatures. She had no clue what was going on, but for now she had to be cautious if she wanted to survive whatever this was. For all she knew, she could have been hallucinating and stranded in the snowy wilderness. “And dare I ask what you two are?”

Both of their eyes blinked at Yenna before they turned to face each other and then back to her.

“We are…” The two of them began to twirl before holding onto each other's hands. “The Winter Kingdom's finest Ice Scouts!”

The confusion on Yenna's face became more apparent as she watched them strike a pose. What in the world was she supposed to make of this? Winter Kingdom? Ice Scouts? Her reality seemed to be getting more bizarre by the second.

Before she could ask them more questions, pain filled her body once more. Her body felt like it was freezing from the inside out. She normally had a good tolerance to cold weather, so this was a threatening feeling. That stupid drug… she never should've taken it.

“Damnit… I can't feel—”

Her body collapsed onto the ground once again as her legs gave out beneath her. As she fell, the two Ice Scouts rushed to her side immediately. She couldn't quite hear what they were saying as everything became muffled. However she retained some consciousness and did not drift off so easily.

“Quick, Christina! We've got to give her the cloak!” one of them said while looking at her twin companion.

“Really? Her? But what if she ends up being a problem for the Winter Kingdom?”

“We'll figure that out later! But for now let's just wrap her up in it. Our king will know what to do when we bring her to him,” she replied confidently, having full trust in how he would handle the situation.

Yenna began to stir as she felt the coldness in her bones alleviate and her senses returning. Her eyes flickered back open and she immediately grabbed her arms, feeling new clothing on top of her work attire. It was soft, sleek and warm. A cloak that was now covering a good portion of her head and protecting it from the snowfall.

She did not waste time to question why this cloak felt like she was in the perfect climate and returned her gaze to the beings responsible for putting it on her. They seemed happy that she had recovered, but there was the slightest bit of wariness in their eyes.

“You said you have a king, correct? Could you bring me to him?” she asked them as they bobbed their heads in agreement.

“Of course, that was the plan!” They both spoke in unity as they took their places on each side of her. “Let us escort you safely. Then it'll be up to our king to decide what needs to be done.”

Yenna was not in any position to be arguing with them, so she went along with it. If there really was a king here and this wasn't a hallucination, it wasn't a bad idea to get close to someone who held power in this world. But honestly if she truly had the chance… No, terrible idea to try escaping from armed creatures she knew nothing about.

(Total word count: 2,578) If you enjoyed what you read, it helps motivation a lot if you like, comment on or reblog this post!

[lizlives]

Marvel Fan-Fix Suggestions

This is a partial re-post of an earlier post but I feel like I didn't do a good job explaining what the document was for, so here's hopefully a better explanation.

Basically, with Marvel and more specifically the MCU becoming more and more complicated, hit-or-miss, and hard to follow, I've been thinking a lot about how the movies and really the universe could be improved with editing. I've seen some really decent attempts at editing the movies to be a bit better, and some that take the footage and try to tell an almost entirely new story.

This document, that I have opened for comments and suggestions, is hypothetically for something somewhere in the middle. Basically it's a compiling document of ideas for ways of improving the movies with fanedits. These include but are not limited to new shot-to-shot editing, adding deleted scenes, cutting dialouge, new color-grading, new soundtrack, and more. I'm not the most skilled editor, but I do have some experience with fanediting and if nothing else would like to start putting together some ideas on how best to improve the movies/series.

My ideal edit is one that turns all the footage and tries to re-edit the best parts of the universe into movie-length episodes often following an anthology-esque format. This format could not only make watching a more streamlined experience for those that are confused by the all the various small connections and recommended viewings for specific characters and storylines, but also potentially gives the editor some leeway. If a movie/plotline/idea in the source material wasn't very good, there's a greater chance that it can be edited down, or at the very least de-emphasized.

As mentioned before, I've opened it up to comments and I would greatly appreciate anyone who comments. Even if it's just a small thing, any sort of idea for how to improve the characters, the plot, or even just a scene would be amazing. I will be continuing to add to this document as I remember more ideas.

It's also alright if some of your ideas contradict the ones I have written down, there's a decent possibility that they're better than mine lol.

[lakefoam]

Gaze upon my fields of faces

Serif (Lombo's dragon companion currently polymorphed) also has his spread, beautiful

[linacoladax]

Kääräoke is complete