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iceperialprincess replied to your post “tamamo + caster arturia sounds so disgusting actually”

what are the deets on what her kit does?

skill 1: attack up 3 turns & NP up on team (25% everyone at lv.6) skill 2: increase NP charge on chosen ally + increase everyone's NP charge 3 turns skill 3: increase arts performance on chosen ally 3 turns & gives special atk buff against threats to humanity 3 turns & invuln 1 turn NP: everyone atk up 3 turn & remove debuffs & perfect invuln (even if they hit you it does 0 dmg) 1 time/3 turns (overcharge increases number of times)

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Batman and EMIYA

Hoo boy.  These two would not get along at first.  They’d definitely remind themselves too much of each other.  For Bruce, he’s never been a big fan of magic to begin with, so he certainly wouldn’t trust this strange mystery man showing up suddenly in his manor and making a mess (through what I presume would be an accidental summoning - perhaps his mother’s jewelry collection somehow contained a sister pendant to Rin’s?).  Archer would be confused and wary as well, recognizing Bruce is no mage but not a mere average mortal either, sensing he’s clearly trained for combat despite outward appearances.  (There’d probably be a weird sense of déjà vu too to his first meeting with Saber, but with the roles reversed.)  It wouldn’t take long for him to piece all the clues together and discover the Batcave, and from there things would only get more complicated.  While Archer would surely still keep his own identity under wraps, Batman isn’t called the “World’s Greatest Detective” for nothing, and would at least be able to track down the crystal’s origins and connection to the Tohsaka family.  It’d be a cautious game of keeping secrets from each other to begin with whilst trying to figure out what the other’s agenda is.

If Bruce is essentially locked into participating in the Holy Grail War at this point, he’d share Shirou’s philosophy of refusing to take out other Masters - a handicap that would annoy Archer on the surface purely for its lack of pragmatism, but silently agrees with.  His only beef is with his past self for letting himself get to a point where he was forced to constantly “clean up humanity’s messes” and slaughter the minority for the good of the majority, so if he can avoid further unnecessary bloodshed he will - unless it stands in the way of his true target goal.  (Knowing the nature of the Grail already, he’d basically be manipulating Bruce into traveling to Fuyuki City so as to get close enough to murder his younger version - unaware his master has likely already figured most of this out, and is only going along to keep an eye on him/help prevent harm from coming to any innocents - including Shirou once he discovers Archer’s intent - rather than annulling their contract right off the bat and letting a dangerous unknown spirit roam free given his high Independent Action rank.)  The uncanny resemblance to his old ways would infuriate him though, and in general he’d be baffled by Batman’s frustrating “no-kill” policy, unable to understand how Bruce can cling to such childish ideals when he seems just as bitter and jaded by the darkness ruling Gotham.

In a way, he sees both Kiritsugu - the father and savior he looked up to - and the naïve boy he once was in Bruce.  (In turn, Archer represents Bruce’s fear of what he might become someday if he succumbs to his cynicism.)  To his admiration and envy, Bruce has come the closest to achieving the dream either of them could not: to become a “Hero of Justice” capable of saving everybody.  Yet in order to do so, he’s suffered and sacrificed personal happiness as well.  Both were humans who possessed no extraordinary powers, but pushed themselves to the limit through intense training, in order to hone the skills they had to peak performance so they could protect others.  In the process though, they isolated themselves and stubbornly chose to shoulder so much responsibility on their own - far too much for one person to bear.  As a result, Emiya comes to realize that for all his purported insistence as a “loner”, the thing really keeping Bruce from going off the deep end is his family.  Where Emiya eventually entrusts his fate to Rin to make sure his dumbass doesn’t go down the wrong path again in this timeline, Bruce has Alfred, the Robins, Batgirls, etc. to keep him in check and pull him back from the brink of the abyss.  I think the two would be able to help each other appreciate the importance of this, and serve as a warning to the other.

As much as they might irritate each other initially by looking in a mirror, I think the pair would make a good team since they take similar tactical approaches to winning a fight by any means necessary, making up for their inherent disadvantage compared to much stronger opponents by adapting to any situation via the vast and versatile array of tools in their arsenal.  Once they get over their suspicions and see how much they do have in common, coming to a mutual understanding over their mistakes, I imagine they could be friends - or rather Bruce would do his Batdad thing and take on a mentorly role towards a troubled “youth” and try to steer him straight.  He might even reawaken that buried part of Emiya that once idolized superheroes and swore to his own disillusioned dad he’d become one in his place.  …Why?  Because he’s Batman.

[amayzeedaisy]

Commission for my friend @iceperialprincess, who asked for a wintery teatime between her and Anastasia from Fate/Grand Order! It’s been a while since I’ve done a big project and overall I’m satisfied with how this turned out~

[tsukuyomishirabes]

Hey look at this cutie freaking out every time someone says the truth; so good

STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPP

[300iqprower]

Okay i tried finding the original post on @iceperialprincess ‘s blog to just repost this but couldn’t find it so i’m just sharing the image my friend who found it shared AND I GOT A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS BECAUSE ITS ON POINT:

The main difference between real and Fate Columbus is that Fate Columbus is evil because of intent, and recognizes this about himself. Real life Columbus wasn’t hitler or anything and is somewhat of an exaggerated scapegoat for colonialism these days but but he’s detestable because he was ignorant, shortsighted, and above all incompetent in ways that needlessly costed lives and set precedents that would result in eventual genocide. He can’t be held responsible for people everywhere from years to centuries after him continuing terrible practices with the excuse of there being a precedent, but it doesn’t change the fact he had a large hand in the root of said practices. You can’t say “he was human like anyone else” which is a stupid middle of the road “I'm so mature” response I see as well. Real life, fiction, or otherwise, Columbus is not morally gray, he was a bastard, but that also doesn’t mean its okay to say he was the sole cause of the issues. Killing people for profit isn't “morally gray” no matter what the standard of the era is. But hey at least Fate Columbus doesn’t try to weasel out of his rep and in tackling it makes for an incredibly compelling character.

Someone else on reddit put it really well, don’t remember exactly what they said but basically it was how the difference between Columbus and other servants with a history like him is that Ozymandias, Caesar, etc recognize that their actions would not be acceptable anymore and adapt to those sensibilities, but Columbus acknowledges those changes in society and then proceeds to tell you he couldn’t give less of a shit.

…Just a shame that, as the actual OP of this discussed, we almost certainly won’t be getting another character like him. I mean I think Ivan is one of the best characters to come out of Fate but he is DEFINITELY toned way the frick down and after I read that original post I’ve had zero doubt it’s a direct result of Columbus.

But here's the twist, I wont blame entitled fans for once! I say even though this is not where I normally post my rants about such things

…not entirely, at least

Columbus is a complex character whose design took a big risk. Like most complex characters and characters who take risks at all it’s very easy to just label them as bad

Columbus in particular makes you uncertain and uncomfortable by design.

If Agartha had been good (quite the fantasy but bear with me), Columbus would stand out as this character that in an otherwise perfectly fine story sticks out with how the uncertainty he makes you feel, the bad taste he initially leaves in your mouth, in turn makes you question some things

In a good story, this would make him a talking point, an immediately accessible place to start digging deeper and uncover the complexities of the character

In a bad story though? It’s just another thing that makes you feel negatively about what’s going in, and so most people are just gonna IMMEDIATELY lump him in with the rest of the bad and not give it a second thought.

People love to bandwagon and make assumptions, especially with the negative, so instead of an accurate portrayal of an often over exaggerated historical figure (in both moral directions) with an interesting take on on their conflicting nature, Columbus is “blackwashed” despite being incredibly nuanced in every sense with the entire reason he’s conflicting being because he isn’t blackwashed, because he IS portrayed as admirable and charismatic all while fully addressing his evil nature.

So basically what i’m saying is:

Colombus’s poor reception and subsequent watering down of more brutal historic figures is, like everything else in Agartha, more Minase’s fault than anyone else’s. And you’ll have to take my word that it REALLY speaks to how much that fetishistic twat screwed up for me to actually take a stance that defends Fate fans.

Oh and the most noticeable toning down I'd say is Ivan the Terrible, who despite just like Napoleon being a fantastic character, very noticeably doesn’t really have much of his tyrannical nature, tragic madness, or famously cruel reputation as any core part of his character. Such traits are instead passed off as a result of everyone AROUND him, at least in the context of his lostbelt. Still hands down the best LB King we’ve gotten so far and i seriously doubt it’ll change.

[kamadaeva]

iceperialprincess replied to your post “Unity engine update? What’s that and how does it work and what does it...”

If I remember correctly from what it happened on JP it also cut the size of the game down a fair chunk. I remember being able to put NA back on my phone afterwards.

basically this. the current game director pushed the coding team into a major cleanup of the code over the year prior and cut out a lot of the spaghetti code in the process. less clutter, generally way better load times, etc

[kamadaeva]

iceperialprincess replied to your post “cefli replied to your post “okay so, going into and battling the...”

She's also the reason why Ganesha appears in LB4 right?

she is yeah. BB also lends her the authority over the baby mooncell thing iirc

[kamadaeva]

Speaking of Kijyo expressions, the sheer range of expressions there are for dino Kijyo is giving me life. The blush ones and the Metal Gear Solid ? and ! ones are amazing

she’s fantastic!

[kamadaeva]

iceperialprincess replied to your post “hassanofthefrostedmuffins replied to your post “i wonder if kama...”

Increased damage to Charmed enemies on like her 1st skill or NP also sounds like a potentially cool and not really broken option

that’s an incredibly sexy idea. especially if its on her 1st skill cause it would make her damage after her np charms totally insane. even if it was 50%, that’s a TON of extra damage

[kamadaeva]

iceperialprincess replied to your post “I'm at the end of lostbelt 1 and watched my friend play lostbelt 2 and...”

I'm pretty sure its stated Surtr would have destroyed the Lostbelt and the rest of the world because he had no interest in humanity really but I'm not sure what that would mean for the tree tbh

i think by destroy the lostbelt it means it would be in ruins. the lostbelt itself would still exist but as an empty husk with no life and the tree still there to sustain it until another lostbelt cannibalizes it.  i just figured it would be the case because we could have just let surtr do his thing otherwise.

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woo erice challenge quest defeated. (technically...

Any tips? I tried to do this with Saber Diarmuid and it ended up being a bit of a disaster

using an aoe saber was my preferred method. i waited til both ghosts were out and i had buffs up so i could blast through them and then brave chain after to crit/raw damage erice. i’m not sure which servants you have access to/leveled but drains and stuns are really good since drains keep her from nping and stuns stop her from summoning a ghost. erice’s np isn’t lethal if you have a good amount of hp (like 12k+) but defense buffs are good to have regardless (assuming her instakill doesnt go off...)

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WIP Challenge

Tagged by: @summertime-children

Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @cryptoriawebb, @ibmiller, @iceperialprincess, and @otherwise-uncolonized

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I'll also do what deta did and post comments + short fragments.  (Be warned it'll be very long though, and most of these are actually Pokémon fics since I was a much more prolific writer when I was younger, and that was the fandom I wrote mainly for.)  I also won't be including "Heroes and Thieves" on here (or any DC/superhero stuff really since I’ve essentially “done” everything I had planned for now), as *technically* it is all already completed in draft form, and I'd like to keep things a surprise for whenever I do end up posting~

Hero and Seek

“Well, we’re all together now, so let’s have some fun, all right?  Don’t worry, it’s really simple.  One person is the ‘demon’, and the others have to hide from him.” “Eh?  A ‘demon’?  But that’s scary!” Three pairs of eyes turned up to her in fear.  Those eyes, which screamed and streamed the stark color of blood the first time she saw them – not just from tears, but from the ‘monster’ they believed dwelled deep within.  She thought for a moment, then removed her scarf. “How about this then?  Whoever’s the ‘hero’ has to find and rescue the others.  It’s a very important Blindfold Brigade mission!”

I’ll start with the one Kagepro fic I did attempt at least, which I described previously here, but is basically about Ayano + the Meka Trio playing “Hide and Seek” for the first time.  (I actually had it originally titled as that but just came up with this new version on the spot lol I’m so clever~)  For some reason I’ve always been hesitant about reading/writing Kagefic, but I actually got a fair bit farther in this than I thought, so perhaps I should try to finish it someday... Princes and Frogs

“K-Koizumi-senpai… Um… Please go out with me!” Itsuki stared down at the tiny underclassman, watching a rose mantle spread slowly over her cheeks as she gazed back with shy, but determined hope in her bespectacled eyes.  The older boy could make out his own handsome face reflected off the lens, a virtual image embellished by sparkling hearts and stars.  With dim satisfaction and relief, Itsuki ensured that his bright, patient smile betrayed no hint of the weary sigh that whispered behind it.

This is an intro excerpt of the first chapter I planned to write for an ItsuHaru fic from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which I only ever posted the prologue for.  ItsuHaru was my first obsessive OTP, and I still think about returning to this story someday (especially since I have now proven to myself I *can* finish a full chapter fic if I put my mind to it), but it’s been so long I feel like I’d need to refresh my memory of the whole series/am still holding out hope for a Season 3 to motivate me again. *shot*

Fall to Pieces

As Itsuki stared at Yuki’s vacant visage, his resentment kept building.  His hands clenched, rigidly gripping the edge of the table.  Somehow, it just didn’t seem fair.  That she could so easily ignore the madness fate had dealt them, never reveal any signs of suffering or bitterness towards her situation, and yet always, always wear the same damn expression on her face. How could she possibly stand it? He can’t stand it. (any more)

An ItsuYuki one-shot, where Itsuki basically blows up at her from pent-up frustration over having to wear a mask all the time and his hidden feelings for Haruhi.  The two start to form a connection over their respective “unrequited loves”/understanding of each other’s pain, and one thing leads to another...  Like “Heroes and Thieves”, this is in fact technically “complete”, since I actually used the leftover steam from the former towards finishing at least one thing I started a long time ago - although I’m still not sure I’m totally satisfied with it/kinda want to wait to figure out what I’m doing with my other ItsuHaru fics before I publish it by itself.  (Incidentally the working title comes from an Avril Lavigne song lol.)

Little White Lies

“Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love.  But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps the difficulty.” -George MacDonald, The Light Princess - Haruhi Suzumiya was walking on air. Itsuki could tell by the way she glided into the clubroom, sailing like a paper airplane – or a balloon with an inflated ego to match.

...Yeah that’s as far as I got with this.  This was meant to be a “White Day” story, which is Japan’s “answer holiday” to Valentine’s Day, where guys reciprocate by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates.  I always wondered how the boys actually responded in-universe, and I imagine Itsuki secretly stressing out a lot about taking care to not upstage Kyon, but at the same time wanting to sincerely express his genuine appreciation and feelings towards Haruhi - whatever they may be.  In the end, he settles on a copy of “The Light Princess” by George MacDonald, which I highly recommend reading since it reminds me so much of this pair, and in general is such a fun and snappy “tongue-in-cheek” take on the fairytale genre. Sora in Wonderland

But wait- this one was a bit different from all its brothers and sisters.  For one thing, it was wearing a fancy waistcoat with pockets- and sleeves that were far too long for it.  As soon as it passed by her head, it stopped and slowly turned its head around to stare directly at her with its huge circular yellow eyes.  Sora stared vacantly back for a full five seconds before the information registered in her brain and she suddenly yelled, “Hey!”, and sat bolt upright.  The Heartless panicked upon hearing her voice and fled at top speed across the white sands, headed towards an opening in the rocks; Sora jumped down off her perch and immediately chased after it, no longer caring about the heat.  The Heartless hastily disappeared inside the cave, and Sora soon followed after, determined to catch the freaky little thing and ask it some questions, like what it was doing on the island at this time, and where on earth did it get a waistcoat.

OKAY SO I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS WAS A THING but apparently I tried to write a Kingdom Hearts parody of “Alice in Wonderland” lmao.  I’ve never actually played the games (aside from half of CoM), but it was probably inspired by a crossover art my friend drew? ^^; Also Sora is a girl in this bc that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XP *shot* Note: The following fics are all Pokémon-related so I’ll just be listing them in roughly chronological order (from most recent to ancient, although they’re all pretty old at this point). Stranger

The elder slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the boy, the champion, the stranger.  “In all this time, why didn’t you come back?  You could have seen for yourself how she was.” Lance wanted to yell something defiant, like a child.  But he wasn’t a child.  Children were forgiven for their mistakes.  And he didn’t want to be forgiven. The professor’s ancient hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder.  “It’s the way this town works.  We don’t talk about things that happen outside our own world.  Maybe it was too long ago – too late for you to understand.” Lance didn’t say anything. “At least talk to Delia.  She’s been wanting to see you.” “Sorry.  It’s too late.” “You’re a bastard.” “I know.”

So this looks to be among the last things I’d written before taking a long break from fanfiction circa... 2007, jeeze.  Over 10 years, huh.  But, I think it speaks a certain amount of maturity that it’s the piece I liked most upon rediscovering.  It’s based on an idea I once had that Lance was (unknowingly) Gary Oak’s father, and he was friends/rivals with Ash’s father, who originally won the title of Champion but relinquished it so he could be with his “wife” and kid (or rather, then-pregnant teenage girlfriend).  *Something* happened though (I forget what I had in mind) and he ended up dying, leaving Lance bitter and depressed so he refused to return to Pallet Town because of too many painful memories.  (Though he *cough* “comforted” their other female childhood friend for one night of drunken grief before he left. ;()  What I like most about it honestly is the parallels bw Lance’s relationship with Ash’s dad and their sons’, and that amidst all the angst I enjoyed portraying the earnest energy and optimism of Ketchum(?) senior (”like father like son” after all).  I was definitely inspired by Mitsuki’s father in Full Moon wo Sagashite/Maes Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist by making him a total “dork dad” who’d brag about his (illegitimate) family on national TV during the championship tournament lol.

Ihavenoidea

Either way, I get the feeling this really wasn’t what I had in mind when I made my decision to quit training.  I mean that in an intuitive sort of way.  Like, sometimes I feel as if I’m not meant to be here, like my life should have ended up differently someplace else.  Perhaps this is just one of those weird inconsistencies I told you about.  Perhaps not.  Even after all that’s happened to me recently, I still can’t really be sure about it.

...No seriously, I have no idea where I was going with this.  As far as I can tell it’s written from the POV of Gary Oak, whom I’ve always had a lot of... “complicated” feelings towards.  It probably has something to do with another concept I’ll discuss next, although for some reason it sounds like I was going for some sort of AU? *shrug* By contrast to the above, it reads like a whiny teenager complaining about his life - which makes me cringe but is probably an accurate portrayal of who I was at the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This one was actually dated a little after the previous, so my best guess is it was some kind of vent rant where I would “give up” writing/creating and “childish” ideals for a while, as I was wont to do - but I still always come back to it somehow... RainbowMolly

Molly stepped out from the car and onto the dusty road, her heart beating wildly.  She could hardly believe she was actually here, of all places. The ride had been long and mind-numbing with anticipation, and now that they’d finally arrived at the destination, it all felt somewhat surreal to her. A small bear clambered out from the vehicle, joining her as she stopped to take in the rustic view that met her bright blue eyes.  She smiled and picked up her Teddiursa, cuddling its warm, fuzzy body close to her own. Her gaze traveled down the road which stretched in both directions, houses lining up against its margins. She followed it with her eyes towards a hill in the distance, on top of which sat what looked like a quaint little farmhouse with a windmill, turning in the summer breeze.  She breathed in the country air, catching whiff of a faint salt smell from an ocean in the distance. So this was Pallet Town.

...Why I didn’t actually name the file “Chasing Rainbows” - which was the title I had planned for this - I don’t know.  This dates back to an old idea I had where I believed Molly Hale from the third Pokémon movie was secretly the true “God” of the Pokémon world - in the sense that the entire universe was an unknowing fantasy of her own creation, similar to Haruhi Suzumiya (ok fine this was totally a crossover/rip-off of the same concept so sue me OTL).  In a place where children never seem to grow up and can go on grand fantastical adventures forever, Gary always struck me as an anomaly who willingly *chose* to forego such a life to pursue more “adult” interests by becoming a researcher.  So I saw him as filling the role of “Kyon” - the cynical narrator who was destined to ground “God” and bring her back down to earth, but at the same time be won over by her innocence and charm and learn to appreciate “kids’ stuff” again.  However, the Legendaries were actually aware of the power Molly holds, and so saw Gary as a threat to their very being - as by “waking” the dreamer and having her face reality meant erasing their kinds’ entire existence.  As the “apocalypse” nearly occurred in the third film, Mew and Celebi took on human disguises (in the form of May and Max respectively) to investigate Ash, who was able to calm Molly and “save” the world by “perpetuating” the delusion (and whom Molly totally has a crush on btw *shot*).  So it’s a bit of a love triangle lol, with Mew and Celebi (*cough* an alien and a time traveler, get it? *shot*) acting as mediators/interference.  (Although Mew might’ve secretly shipped Gary and Molly herself. ;O)

Betrayal

And these blades, these damned scythes that attached themselves to my arms when I was born, a curse upon me since birth, though it had not been apparent up until now.  They were covered with blood, the vital crimson liquid that flows through our bodies, now dripping down the steel surface in a webbed pattern, drops beginning to splatter the pure, emerald grass below.  The arm felt heavy and weak as I tried to lift it, as if it did not belong to me, but that was only a wishful thought.  I gazed calmly at it, inspecting the intricate designs the flow of the substance had created, as if it were an abstract piece of artwork. Tentatively, a pink tongue rolled out and caught a small droplet of it just before it fell from the sharp edge, just to convince myself that it was real.  The semi-sweet, metallic taste confirmed this.  I had indeed taken these men’s lives, just as I had taken hers.

So I remember this was written from the POV of a Scyther who seemingly went on a murderous rampage.  I only know that I wanted to give him an “Edward Scissorhands”-like story, since the idea of having such sharp objects attached to one’s limbs so that one could never directly “touch” another without being a danger is pretty tragic.  I suspect “her” was someone (a human?) he cared about but killed by accident, and after that he was only seen as a symbol of power/treated as a tool to incite fear before eventually rebelling against his “master”... Roses

“If you love someone, you should give them something that’s yours. That shows how much you care for them.” In the darkness, I pictured his smiling face, explaining to me as he wrapped a present for his girlfriend. His blue eyes were shining with a sort of spirit unfamiliar to me; I guessed, a feeling of love.

Another “dark” take on a Pokémon’s biology (I really liked writing explorations of those back then lol), this time of Roselia.  The idea was that a Roselia was so in love with her trainer that she would do anything for him - including allow him to cut off her arms so he could give them to his girlfriend.  I actually ended up turning it into a poem at one point:

Love is like a rose they say, And affection leads to grief they warned. For in the end love betrays, Its Beauty maimed by a poisoned thorn. You gave me pure water with a smile. Your cheerful face became my sun. I offered up my blood to you, And in return demanded none. Chop off my wrists, and tie them together. I’ll gladly bleed myself to death. In order to give you that which I hold most dear. My dear, my dear, Won’t you accept this bouquet? You take it, smiling warily. A blush creeps onto your face. And in those eyes I can see A garden of roses stretched out, Composing a wondrous place. Then you bound my hands in lace, And brought them to the girl next door. You presented them to her with grace. … My blood continued to pour.

Fanfic

She smiled at me, although something about her expression indicated something wasn't quite right.  I watched as she glanced over towards the west, her gaze lingering momentarily on the setting sun.  The glowing, orange sphere was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, peaks cloaked in a pale, lavender haze illuminated by flickering beams of gold and scarlet cast across the horizon.

More accurately, I found this buried in a “catch-all” file where I had several (mostly finished) fics saved.  This was meant to be from the POV of an Eevee who had just evolved - supposedly into an Espeon due to happiness and bond with her trainer, which is what both wanted.  However, since it took place at sunset, she didn’t realize she had become an Umbreon instead, and her trainer ended up abandoning her for it. ;( It was a warm

Children’s shrieks and laughter echoed across the park as they flocked towards each other, and soon were chasing one another round the playground, weaving in and out between the swings as they partook in an innocent game of Tag.  One child was It; she was trying desperately to catch one of her friends so that they would take over the job instead.  Then it would be her turn to run away, for none of them wished to play the loathsome role of It.  Or was it because they feared being tainted by the person’s touch?  It must have been one of the two, for while she would struggle to reach them, catch hold of them, they would only flee, thoroughly enjoying the fact that they were vexing her.  Twice she nearly caught one.  Her fingertips were almost within reach of one of the other girls’ dresses, whose russet tresses were flowing wildly from the rush of movement and shining with golden highlights as the rays of the sun struck individual strands.  The target shrieked and shook her head, whisking her skirt free in time to escape capture, laughing with glee at the sight of the girl left behind, miserable and alone. 

Yeah I totally just went with the default beginning of the first sentence lol.  I guess this comes full circle with the first Kagepro fic I mentioned (although I’m not even sure I was aware back then that the Japanese version of the game literally called “It” a “demon”, which is even more fitting).  I believe this was part of a Pokémon series I was writing involving a creepy little girl and Mewtwo who would bring about the end of the world or something like that, but generally I guess I was just going for a “Catcher in the Rye” feel. *shrug* Golden Lights

The pale, rosy fingers of dawn were filtering in through the Granite Cave entrance, basking a small area near the opening in pinkish illumination.  Just out of reach of its expanse sat little Mika, huddled in the gloom of the shadows, watching the light creep steadily towards her as the glowing ball of fire rose slowly towards the East.  She knew about the Light that came from Outside.  There were plenty other small apertures broken into the cavern walls and ceiling that allowed some thin streams of gold brilliance to trickle through.  She had always done well to avoid them.  The brightness was like poison to her skin.  But they weren’t the Lights she’d had described to her by the old Crobat that always resided now deeper within the underground chambers, dozing now, most likely.  He wouldn’t awaken until night came round, and she did not wish to rouse him and perhaps disturb him from a pleasant dream.  She was very wise about things like that, being the young child that she was.  Still, she would have liked to hear a story to comfort her just then.

Last one I could find, about a Sableye who, like Icarus, literally “flew too close to the sun”.  In this interpretation I imagined that Sableye were creatures who could not stand sunlight at all, as it would cause their skin to burn.  But Mika (pronounced like “Mica”) always dreamed of going outside to see the “Light” anyway.  She was eventually tempted by Mew to leave the cavern under her angelic PROTECTion and step into the Light, who was acting as Ho-Oh’s messenger to “recruit” souls to “live eternal as an element of Ho-Oh’s Guarding Flame“, as the PROTECT faded and a “holy fire” began to spread.  I guess I was going for a Biblical/”Rapture”-esque reference.  (...Man I sure was obsessed with the endtimes as a kid. *shot*)

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Kagepro x Nier: Automata and I don't really have a prompt except "Give these kids happiness"

A crossover ship I’d dig: Hm…  How about Pascal x Konoha?  They’re both pure robotic souls who are protective of their friends and lose their memories due to despair.

A crossover BroTP I’d dig: I think 9S would probably get along with Seto and Haruka. =) Also Ene since together they’d make an unstoppable (and super-talkative/annoying) hacking team. XP

A crossover Frenemies I think would be inevitable: I can see 9S and Kano as this tbh.  (Especially given below.)

A crossover badass duo I think would be inevitable: 2B and Kido.  Katana gals ftw. =3=b

A crossover animosity I think would be inevitable: Adam and Kuroha.  There can be but one hammy villain. =P

Not really sure what to do with the prompt so please just imagine Ene in the Bunker constantly bugging the Commander and distracting the Operators from their jobs (by hitting on them ;O) *shot*

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Nier: Automata

So I’m not usually big on RPing as pre-existing characters, but if I had to pick it would probably be 9S.  Broken boys are my specialty after all. ;O *shot*

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iceperialprincess replied to your post: you have a big draph energy going on to be honest

They’re not wrong tho

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20 Questions meme!

tagged by: @astrologista

rules: answer 20 questions then tag 20 people you want to know better.

nickname(s): Star(s), Yuki, Yukirin, Yukicchi, Yuukei, Lilblue, LBC height: 5'2" orientation: Aromantic pansexual favorite fruit: Grapes and Clementines favorite season: Summer favorite flower: Iris favorite scent: Uh... Does the smell of air conditioners count? *shot* favorite color: (Shiny) Blue favorite animal: Penguins! coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Hot chocolate average hours of sleep: 4-6 cat person or dog person: Doges favorite fictional characters: Link, Ayano Tateyama, Yuki Nagato, Timmy Todd, amongst others number of blankets you sleep with: About four atm dream trip: Japan blog created: October 2014 number of followers: 585 random fact: I don't like frosting. tagging: @all-seeing-ifer, @amayzeedaisy, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @chaoticspiritluna, @chrololol, @cryptoriawebb, @detalesz, @ghousuu, @good7luck, @iceperialprincess, @jaigrayson, @just-a-villain, @kikithedeceiver, @legendcallerl, @llpotatoprincessll, @milkpuzzle, @tadasheep, @ticktockwizard, @trainer-stealthclaw