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yesimwriting · 2 months

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A/n deadpool and wolverine drabble bc the movie was a little too good

Summary: Still reeling from the loss of your powers, you struggle to hold it together inside the TVA's void. Thankfully, you find an uncharacteristically peaceful distraction in your old friend Deadpool and in the wolverine variant who wants nothing to do with you.

Warnings/info: reader is a (former) avenger (bc i love the avengers <3), reader is described as having similar powers to wanda and having trained with her (bc i love wanda), implied beginning of an accidental love triangle if you squint ig, maybe too much lore for a drabble (?), me writing for characters for the first time so be nice 😭

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The lines etched into your palms do not bend and twist to spell out secrets, there are no messages worth decoding pressed into your skin. Knowing this is not enough to stop you from staring at your hands like if you could just think about it hard enough...

"There you are, Peanut." The words are so warm you're briefly pulled out of your internal angst. You straighten, head lifting slightly and arms crossing in front of your chest. "Thought I lost you."

Wade continues forward until he's directly in front of you. He pauses, watching you with an unabashed openness that you'd only ever allow him to get away with. "Kidding," he tries, "I'd never lose you."

The familiarity of the casual affection eases you further, the corner of your mouth tugging itself upwards. "I was like 15 feet away from you."

"Sorry for caring." It's his go to comeback when it comes to defending the displays of affection you have the audacity to find overdramatic.

You blink, lips parting despite your lack of response. The world has felt a little slower these last few days, moving at a pace that leaves you with no choice but to reflect. Maybe it's the void.

"Hey," his voice feels a little flatter without his usual humor, "Are you okay?"

You let out a breath, shocked by this new low. Sure, you've known Wade for awhile and you've both seen each other through plenty of stages, but he's never felt the need to attempt a genuine pep talk for you. He's never struck you as the pep talk sort...for anyone. Do you really seem that off?

It's bad enough that your identity crisis has stolen the abilities that would have helped your trio pop out of the void with no real fanfare, you can't also make your insecurities everyone else's problem. "Yeah." The response doesn't feel convincing, but with Wade wearing the Deadpool mask, it's hard to be sure. "Just y'know...we're in a void and our reality might be ripped apart, so I've been better."

He's still watching you with a level of focus that's unnerving. You've gotten used to his familiarity, his lack of care for personal space or the social rules around watching people. "You're doing it again."

"Seducing you with my ability to have a heart to heart while looking this good in my suit?"

You sigh in an attempt to dismiss your slight smile. Happy or sad, superhero that once fought Thanos or regular person that can't regulate their emotions, Wade always treats you the same. "The staring thing. You said you'd stop."

"No, you said I'd stop." The correction is a return to what you're used to. He takes a step towards you, his proximity now forcing you to tilt your chin up slightly to look him in the eye. "I'd never promise to look at you less."

"Comforting."

He angles his chin downwards, making the limited distance feel more significant. "I thought so." For a moment, he's quiet in a way that doesn't feel very him. "Are you sure you're...good?" His hesitance is another reminder that this is far out of his element. "I know this is your first..." Wade's rarely careful, only ever treading lightly on the one subject you never want to bring. "Outing, since..."

"I lost my powers."

Wade goes quiet again. If this conversation is as inevitable as it seems, a part of you wishes it could have come up elsewhere. Maybe in your shared apartment, definitely without the mask so you could better interpret his reactions. It's not often you keep secrets from him, but the hollowness you feel knowing the part of yourself you've lost isn't something you can just share.

It's more than just about missing your party tricks, it's about losing a part of yourself. They were all that was left of your time with the Avengers, of what Wanda taught you before Westview.

He lets out a breath. "They're not lost." You raise your eyebrows slightly, giving him a look meant to caution him against sympathetic optimism. "We don't know that."

He seems so happy to be able to tell you that there's no proof that any and all magical abilities have been flushed out of your system, you don't have it in you to remind him that that's mainly because you have no one to ask. What's left of the Avengers and your government connections either barely understand what you were or are untrustworthy.

"Educated wish?"

His mask muffles a slight gasp. You press your lips together in an attempt to resist smiling. "The last one worked out great."

Your eyebrows pull together skeptically, a reminder that the two of you are still technically in the middle of the last educated wish he attempted to speak into existence. "Didn't Wolverine stab you multiple times--"

He cuts you off with a heavy sigh. "If I took getting stabbed personally, do you know where we'd be?"

In a reality where Wade holds grudges over those kinds of things, you wouldn't be anything to each other, except maybe enemies. You've never pulled a knife or sword or anything sharp on him, but when you first met he did startle you before you had a total grip on your abilities, which resulted in him getting thrown through a wall.

"I never stabbed you."

His hand finds your shoulder. You let him drag his thumb against against the fabric of your suit. "And that's how I know you really love me, Peanut."

You roll your eyes in an attempt to dislodge the warmth that settles in the pit of your stomach. The last thing Wade needs is encouragement. "I mean, I do go around stabbing everyone I like less than you."

He lets out a sound that feels like a scoff attempting to mask itself as a dry laugh. "There's the sense of humor that'd hurt me if I knew you less."

"Well--"

He squeezes your shoulder, "I know you." Okay. You'll let him have this one because maybe there's some truth to what he's saying. "I'm going to go check on the car, because a fucking Honda Odyssey would break down on us for no reason before we got to the fight."

"For no reason or because of the bitch fight you and Wolverine had in it?"

There's a beat of silence in which all you can do is try to imagine Wade's expression behind the mask. You'd like to think that he's smiling. "Oh, Pumpkin." He sighs as if you've stumbled onto saying something terribly naive. "It wasn't a bitch fight, it was awesome, and probably turned you on."

You deadpan a flat, "You caught me." He hasn't let go of your shoulder, and a part of you is oddly glad for it. "I'd offer you help with the car, but..."

You're self aware enough to acknowledge your strengths and weaknesses, car maintenance being the latter. Wade doesn't even let you get your oil changed by yourself anymore.

"I've met you." He squeezes your shoulder again, the gesture weirdly stabilizing. "Give me 15 minutes to actually look at the car and then I'm all yours."

Wade lets go of you, his arm falling to his side. "Aren't you always?"

He lets out an exaggerated gasp. "You're making me feel cheaper than my usual rate, Peanut."

You smile as he turns away. Things are always a little easier with Wade. It's more than just distraction, it's his way of making things feel a little lighter. You're not sure what to do with your 15 minutes of solitude to avoid falling back into self pity.

You originally broke away from the group of void trapped heroes under the premise of needing fresh air, but even here, with the expansive, sparsely wooded area at your disposal, the oxygen in your lungs still feels flat. If Wanda were around, you'd be able to ask if she felt the strangeness of this other plane of existence as well. At least then you'd know if your dislike of the void is only mental or an actual sign of life from your abilities.

You begin to walk forward, hoping to shed all thoughts of both your former self and the eeriness of this other world. There are other people you could talk to you. The others have been polite enough, or at the very least, passionate enough to be talked into facing Cassandra.

The trees you've been wandering through grow in their sparsity, the edge of the woods revealing a patch of grassland highlighted by a fire's warm glow. You squint past the tree line, attempting to make out the figure sitting in front of the flames. Wolverine.

Secluded from the group and staring at a campfire. Surprising. Though, you guess it's not fair to judge him too harshly, you left the group to brood as well.

He doesn't like you, doesn't know you well enough to dislike you, but it took him no time to find a way to get around that. Maybe it's your proximity to Wade. You've done your best to take his hostility as un-personally as possible. You've seen enough people you really care about go through the guilt ridden, fallen hero thing to know how deep that kind of hurt runs.

You've never known a Wolverine or Logan Howlett variant, so you have no way of knowing what he was like before. Sure, you've heard stories, but you're also overly aware of how the media can twist and turn those stories to fit their narrative. One day, a superhero is the world's greatest protector, and the next their the greatest menace. Maybe he was always a little dark, or maybe he wasn't.

"Don't just stand there." The gruffness of his voice startles you more than it should.

Heat crawls up your neck, a part of you more embarrassed than you should be. You weren't lurking, or at the very least, you weren't trying to.

You sigh as you abandon the safety of the tree line. "Sorry." He turns his head away from the fire. "I wasn't--I was just walking."

He's quiet for such a long moment you almost expect him to not respond at all. "Without your shadow?"

Wow, only a halfhearted dig at Wade. You must have caught him in a good mood. "Friend, and he's looking at the car. I'd be looking at the car with him, but I figured the odds for tomorrow are bad enough as is."

Another uneasy stretch of silence. "Yeah." There's not much, if anything, to take from the comment. "If you're here to convince me to go with you guys tomorrow--"

"I'm not." It's an honest answer. You had been walking around aimlessly and happened to stumble onto him. "I'm not into the pep talk thing." He scoffs, the sound lacking in genuine aggression. "What?"

He lifts his gaze from the fire, his eyes settling on some point past the horizon. "I thought you were an Avenger."

You're not sure what bugs you more, the fact that he's so sure he has you all figured out or the implication that the Avengers spend their days encouraging each other instead of actually doing things. What the Avengers are--or maybe were--is so much more than that.

You step forward, further separating you from the cluster of trees. "The Avengers are about a lot more than that."

His attention briefly shifts onto you before returning to the flames. If the silence is meant to be dismissive, it doesn't feel that way. There's a patience there that doesn't suit his usual brooding.

"Do you care if I sit?" The question is forced out before you can overthink it. "I promise no inspirational speeches or small talk."

After a beat, he dips his chin downwards in a nod so subtle you would have missed it if you had been watching him any less carefully. You're more relieved by his acceptance than you should be, your feet carrying you towards the campfire.

You sit at a polite distance, knees bent in front of you. His silence seems to push against the void's sluggishness. Maybe the issue has been you fighting this world's momentum.

"Why are you with him?" You're not sure if you're more shocked by the question or the break in silence. When all you can do is blink, he continues, "You seem--" He subtly clears his throat, as if struggling to admit this next part, "Nice, normal."

Oh. If you had been focused, you likely would have got what he meant without the clarification. "I know Wade's a lot--especially to you." You place a hand against your knee, thinking about that very specific safety you only feel with Wade. You don't have to try at being anything, or worry about earning your keep in any capacity. "But once you get to know him, he's a good friend."

You look away from the fire pit in time to see the skeptical look Logan throws in your direction. "I'm serious." His expression doesn't change. "He um--after I stopped being important to everyone else, he still liked me ." This isn't the conversation you wanted to stumble onto, especially not with someone who you barely know and actively dislikes you. "That sounds kind of dumb, but the point is, he's loyal."

He turns his head back towards the fire. "You always call him by his name." The observation is so stiff you'd consider it hesitant if it came from anyone else.

You've never thought much about Wade's name. Part of it is familiarity, and the rest of it is a force of habit. Even when you were with the Avengers, you preferred using actual names when off duty. It's easier to separate the mask from the person beneath it when you make an active effort to.

You shrug. "I'm not into off duty superhero names, Wolverine."

He falls silent again. You concentrate on the flames, the way they illuminate the world around you. "You can--" He cuts himself off, attention never wavering from the fire. "You can call me Logan, if you want."

An unsteady warmth roots itself in your chest. You didn't expect any sort of kinship between you and the wolverine Wade stole from some other timeline beyond him occasionally accepting your attempts at creating peace between him and Wade.

"Okay," you focus on keeping your tone measured, avoiding any emotions that might startle him, "Logan."

There's no tension in the quiet that follows. You let the minutes pass until you're certain that Wade's waiting for an interruption disguised as an attempt to help. "I should go, Wade's probably waiting for me."

You push yourself to stand. You let yourself glance at him one last time before turning towards the trees you emerged from.

#mcu #mcu x reader #wolverine x reader #deadpool x reader #logan howlett x reader #wade wilson x reader #logan howlett x you #wade wilson x you #wolverine x you #deadpool x you #deadpool and wolverine x reader

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fastlikealambo · 10 months

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Connubium.|| Coriolanus Snow x Black Fem Reader

Chapter Two

table of contents.

Chapter One.

Summary: Stealing from The Capitol is a deadly offense, yet you’ve done it more times than you can count but when you do something you should not have done, Volumnia Gaul decides a fate for you that might just be worse than death.

Notes: This takes place post The Ballad of Songbirds And Snakes and Coryo is in his last year at The University, studying under Dr. Gaul. This will not follow canon, I’m not an expert on all the lore so I apologize if I get things wrong.

Disclaimer: You know Coriolanus is a POS, I know Coriolanus is a POS, please don’t yell at me because this is just a fun little story, something for thee hotties, and if you feel that strongly against President Snow, please let me know if you’d like me to sign you up for tessarae.

Warnings: blood, violence, poison.

Thanks for the love on chapter one! If you want to see chapter three, comment or reblog, feedback makes me want to continue!

Perhaps before you begin those games, you should understand how you got in the protective arms of one Coriolanus Snow.

You had three rules.

Never be seen.

Never take what you could not carry.

Never intervene.

How did the daughter of teachers from District 6 make it all the way to and from the capitol not once, not twice, but multiple trips over multiple years?

Desperation and sick parents do it every time.

It’s thought that most folks from District 6 hate transportation but the glassy eyes and wet coughs from the people you loved most in the world had you sneaking onto trains, hovercraft, anything that moved when you aged out of tesserae.

Some thought you’d take over teaching for your ma and pa, you certainly had the education but none of the patience and sugar that is required to work with children.

What was the point of them knowing about a nation that would bleed them before it would feed them?

There were no books on your mother’s shelf that would tell the truth of Panem:

The best future was no future.

This is tedious, let’s just skip to the show.

“Hippity, hoppity, you took someone’s property.”

You weren’t exactly sure what a jail cell in The Captiol looked like but a science lab with bright lights and sterile white walls made you question if this was just a scenic detour before getting shot by Peacekeepers.

Peacekeepers forced you to your already bruised knees as Dr. Volumnia Gaul descended a staircase with a pep in her step. You had seen the Head Gamemaker on tv once being interviewed during The Games and you hadn’t forgotten that face since.

“Not only did you take Capitol property, you destroyed property, you injured multiple citizens, all for an Avox. I’m sure if it still had a tongue it would have definitely said thank you for all your help. I know, why don’t we ask her?” Gaul said, skipping to a shelf and pulled a large circular jar into her arms and placed onto a table spinning it in front of you.

The head of the Avox you had tried to help faced you, eyes open in the fluid.

It all had happened so quickly, you had waited for a couple to leave their home for the evening before scaling the side and entering through an open window one of their guards who kissed with his teeth left open. You followed your rules, had the fancy fur underwear in hand, and headed out the window when you noticed the couple had a son.

A son that liked to hit a woman who couldn’t speak, let alone fight back.

It all went downhill from there.

“Are you happy now? Did the little thief save you?” Dr. Gaul asked the head, lifting the jar to her ear for a moment, before proceeding shaking it from side to side as if the head was shaking itself to say “no.”

You gave no inclination of fear, forcing your mind to pretend Gaul was holding a jar of sugar instead and wet your cracked lips to speak.

“If you’re going to kill me, may I ask that you do it now?”

The peacekeeper raised their gun to bring it down upon your head but Gaul merely lifted her hand to stop the guard and cocked her head in front of you.

“Good skin and clear eyes which tells me you haven’t seen a drop of Morphling in your life, good girl! Let’s see those teeth! ” Dr. Gaul’s gloved fingers wrench your mouth open, quick enough to avoid your attempt to bite down hard.

“Not a crooked canine in sight, what a marvel of district 6 dentistry! I’ve been watching you for the last year and a half, you know. At first I thought you were a rebel spy lurking here and there in a sad attempt at revolution but you have a pattern: you seduce, you steal, you scatter. Never the same capitol house, never the same loot, but always the same goal: self-servitude. You, little girl, are smart, silver tongued, and most importantly, you are selfish.”

Was the doctor incorrect?

You had stolen enough and traded enough to keep your parents healthy months ago, why did you keep coming back here?

“What do you want from me?” You asked quietly as Gaul finished her examination of you and hopped into a chair.

“By yourself you managed to steal anything you wanted, charm anyone you wanted, all while going unnoticed in The Capitol for years. Instead of cutting out that silver tongue of yours, I’m going to use it for the future of Panem.” Dr. Gaul said, damn near giddy.

Gaul pressed a button that dimmed the lights in the lab and brought a screen down from the ceiling. In a few short seconds, the screen came to life and footage of a blonde man in a crimson suit and coat going about his day, sharp face never once cracking a smile.

“Let me introduce you to Coriolanus Snow, top student, heir of Strabo Plinth, and the product of exemplary Capitol breeding. He’ll be graduating from The University in a month and in a few short years with proper backing, he will be President of Panem. He’ll be taking a position at President Ravinstill’s office upon graduation but before that he’ll need to take a spouse. That, my pretty thief, is where you come in.” Gaul said.

“Don’t you have Capitol people for this? What about that ‘fine capitol breeding’? A district girl such as myself would only sully that.” You said slowly as if talking to an infant.

“With society families there’s dowries, overinvolved mothers, there isn’t time to mold one in the image Panem requires. Why pin a veil on a peacock when I can dress up a viper instead? For the good of Panem, you will charm Coriolanus Snow, you will court him, you will spy on him, and in one month, you will marry Coriolanus Snow, little thief.”

You’d rather die.

Wouldn’t you?

“And if your precious protege can smell District on me?” You snarled and a peacekeeper made you regret that decision immediately.

“ He’ll never know. You and Mr. Snow share the same look of distinct dissatisfaction in your eyes, dissatisfaction is a bitter root but it can be pulled, can be twisted into something powerful and no Capitol dove can accomplish that. Only those who have tasted blood in their mouths desire it again.”

“And if I refuse?”

“It’s easier to show you.” Gaul said, clicking another button. The video of Snow vanished and in its place was the grainy footage of a man and a woman hooked up to various tubes and wires.

It took longer than it should have for you to realize those were your parents.

“You’re not the only one who can slip in and out of people’s homes, little thief. Just a little something I’m working on in their morning porridge and by this afternoon, their lungs belonged to me. This is a live feed by the way, so if you’d like to refuse, you are welcome to do so and we can watch your ma and pa stop breathing together. I’ll get my milk and crackers! ”

There was no guarantee she wouldn’t just kill them tomorrow or the next day or the day after that.

A rebel would stand up and refuse Dr. Gaul no matter the cost.

A fool would plead for their life and the lives of their loved ones.

Neither a fool nor rebel, you were something else entirely.

A survivor.

You stood up, shoulders back, head up, and completely ignored the sounds of the machines keeping your parents alive to look straight at Dr. Gaul.

“When do we start?”

Coriolanus Snow studied people.

He studied his classmates, his professors, he knew the routines and habits of everyone he did and did not come in contact with on a daily basis whether they knew or not. There was a great tragedy in the fact that he would have made an amazing officer with sight like his. Not a thing got past him, nothing useful anyway.

Except you.

He had never seen a coat so cut to the human body before outside of Tigris’ handiwork, from across the street he studied the exact spot he could put his hands on that coat, on your body. The book obscured your face but it mattered not to Coryo as no one with a coat like that could be anything short of divine.

And as Coriolanus Snow was never wrong, he was given a glimpse at that magnificent visage when you dropped your book in the street, those full lips and smooth brown cheeks, oh what a vision that befell him.

A vision that was soon to be flattened by a car.

If he was honest with himself, had you been someone he knew, someone he had previously studied, perhaps he would have let the car hit you, but this was useful for him, he’d make the Captiol News that night with Flickerman spinning tales of his heroism.

He could not let blood spoil such beauty.

He surprised himself at how quick he was, one moment on the top of the university steps, the next tumbling to the side of the road, his body covering yours as you both came to stop, his hand on the back of your head to keep it from slamming into the curb.

Words died on his lips, the question he had mentally prepared to ask with careful false concern left him the moment he truly looked into your eyes, and Coriolanus did not only want to know if you were injured.

He wanted to know everything.

He carefully removed himself from your person, attempting to keep the displeasure at his previously perfect now filthy wardrobe and scraped hands from his features as he settled beside you.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, impressed at the hint of actual sincerity that bled into his voice as you sat up gingerly.

“I don’t think so. Thank you, I wasn’t paying attention, are you hurt?” You asked, a voice like velvet that seemed to surround him and he shivered as he took inventory of his own injuries and shook his head.

True to their nature, not one person on the street offered to lend a hand and a Peacekeeper was making their way to them. He would hand you off to a peacekeeper and that would be that.

He did not want that.

So he did what he did best, took control of the situation and an opportunity arose when he heard you admit a small moan of pain, eyes wide and fixated on your ankle.

“May I?” He asked and you nodded.

Coriolanus removed your shoe, tender fingers brushing over the swollen skin and he briefly wanted nothing more than to know what his lips would feel like on that silky skin.

He cleared his throat and regained control of himself, sitting straight up.

“ It’s not broken. I don’t live far from here, my grandmother can take a look at that if you’d like? I promise you’ll be perfectly safe.”

Grandma’am would rather lick a tribute than tend to an injured stranger but you didn’t need to know that.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to go to the trouble.” You said, attempting to slowly stand, crumpling just enough for Coriolanus to quickly steady you before gently putting your arm around his shoulder and his other under your knees, lifting you into his arms.

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m Coriolanus Snow, it’s a pleasure to be of service.” Coryo said with that winning Snow smile, adjusting you in his arms with care.

After all, roses were to be cradled.

Until that day, Coriolanus Snow noticed everything and everyone, useless and useful.

Yet while focused on you, he had not noticed that the car that had almost killed you both was nowhere to be found.

That’s chapter 2! If you’d like this story to continue, please comment, reblog, give me feedback! Let me know what you think about this story! Thank you for reading.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #Coriolanus Snow x black!reader #coriolanus snow #not me changing the visuals every chapter to reflect the story

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coffeecatcraze · 7 months

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So I've been thinking a lot about Exorcists lately, and the different little hints at their lore through the series. Thanks to both Carmilla's observations and Adam's pep talk, we can safely assume they're all women. But what about outside of that?

Being an Exorcist doesn't seem like it's a job. Vaggie refers to herself as one in the present tense to Carmilla when she's been living in Hell with Charlie for years; there's also Adam's comment about how he's the one who chose her name, and the little detail about his lieutenant having a name that sounds like a pet name version of her title. So what, are Exorcists created in Heaven for the specific purpose of being Exorcists? Makes sense, sure...except when you think about what we've seen from Vaggie and what we know about Heaven. (This isn't counting any lore from before the main show came out, mind you, since we know some things have been retconned.) That's where, to me at least, things don't quite line up with that "Heaven-born" idea.

In the main show, we've seen Vaggie speaking Spanish. If Heaven created a class of angels for the express purpose of being Exorcists, they wouldn't need to know multiple languages. Considering the exterminations are top secret (or they were, until Adam threw the threat at Charlie in the middle of a courtroom), what need would Exorcists have for any skills other than killing? They wouldn't need other skills; they wouldn't even be bred with the capacity for unnecessary skills. If they're made for only one purpose, and their purpose is a secret, it would also make more sense for them to only exist in a military compound with no risk of that secret getting out; they wouldn't have any desire or permission to go anywhere but barracks and a training ground. But we've seen Lute out and about in the streets of Heaven, and Vaggie seemed like she'd been around the city already before she came with Charlie for their meeting.

Not to mention that if the Exorcists were created to be mindless killing machines, where do the emotions come from? Why would Adam's offer of a monetary reward for killing Vaggie get any response? What's up with Lute's...let's just say unique disposition? And why leave this class of angels created for the purpose of slaughtering demons with even the capacity to feel mercy and exercise free will? Heaven wouldn't put effort into making such complex soldiers for a once-a-year secret massacre; Sera said she agreed to the exterminations, implying that Adam (until his death of course) was the one who ran the Exorcists and their activities, even though he still technically reported to her as his superior. And from what we know about Adam, if he got to create his army of lady angels from scratch, he wouldn't give them the capacity for individuality. Not after what happened in Eden with Lilith.

But if Exorcists are human souls who went to Heaven, why did Adam get to name them? Why is it a whole identity, not a job? Without more information, my current theory is heavy conditioning.

Picture this. When the right kind of soul comes to Heaven (a woman who doesn't have anything she'd be looking for in the afterlife, who doesn't have anyone there who would be looking for her, who wasn't some perfect pacifist saint in her human life), Adam gets to her before she can properly settle in and recruits her. Breaks down her identity to rebuild her as an Exorcist, even choosing a new name for her himself (and possibly reshaping her physical form to be more uniform or maybe just more to his tastes), to the point that it becomes as much of an identity as any other. That type of conditioning also explains Vaggie's military tendencies, and the way souls who went to Heaven are so eager to come down and slaughter thousands of souls when for all they know they might be killing someone they knew when they were alive.

The selection process also explains why no one but the other Exorcists would have noticed Vaggie going missing, or the Exorcist who was killed by Carmilla; if they're souls who didn't have anyone in Heaven who would miss them, and who were conditioned to the point that they identified as Exorcists who didn't bother trying to form any outside connections (which would probably be part of that conditioning to ensure none of them let the secret slip to a non-Exorcist), no one would ever notice if one of them disappeared. Even Sera didn't give any real indication that she knew one Exorcist defected and another died before Lucifer set up a meeting for her and his daughter. She just said Adam "failed to contain the demons' unrest" to the point that Lucifer was getting involved; no mention of if she knew things were starting to fracture before Lucifer called her up with the implication of looking to change things after spending millennia just passively watching it all happen. Human souls being selected to become Exorcists because their lack of attachment makes them vulnerable to such complete conditioning would explain a lot there.

(As a side note, it makes even more sense that Sera didn't know about Vaggie, because from what we know, Vaggie might not technically be fallen, at least up until the end of the hearing. She was still able to physically enter Heaven while it's implied that Lucifer can't. Lucifer became fallen because the angels at the top of the hierarchy cast him out, but Lute and Adam don't have that kind of authority. They took her wings and halo and left her in Hell, but Adam still referred to her as a current angel both in their private confrontation and in the courtroom, not a fallen one. By that logic, "fallen" status can only be assigned by someone of a high enough rank, and Adam and Lute are too low on the angelic food chain to officially declare someone fallen. That would have had to come from someone like Sera, and no way was Adam going to admit to his boss that one of his elite Exorcists chose to defy the purpose of the exterminations and let a demon live. Sera probably only learned about it because Adam decided to hurt and establish control over a very defiant Charlie in the courtroom by outing Vaggie as a former Exorcist. Though that's definitely A LOT of speculation on my part.)

But conditioning does still leave room for them to possess individuality, because they were human, and humans do inherently possess individuality. Being bilingual, especially from a young age, is something that gets hardwired into the brain; hence why Vaggie speaks fluent Spanish despite her conditioning. Personality can still shine through; hence the excitement of the Exorcists as a whole, Vaggie's show of mercy and subsequent life in Hell, and Lute being her fucked-up unhinged self.

Plus this little bonus: when Emily, a Heaven-born angel, gets mad her angry flush is distinctly a bright blue, which implies Heaven-born angels have blue blood (which also makes sense in a symbolic way, with the phase "blue-blooded" and all); Exorcists, like Adam (a human soul), bleed gold. We know from Helluva Boss that Hellborns bleed black, but we've seen that Sinners bleed red. (Of course Charlie's a Hellborn with red blood, but considering she's the only Hellborn who has a human soul as a parent, she's kind of a special case.) In other words, in both Heaven and Hell, it human souls and souls that have no direct link to humanity have different blood colors.

It also goes back to what I mentioned awhile ago about Heaven just being a real-world broken government doing the same bullshit that happens on Earth. Conditioning is a thing that really happens while artificial creation of pre-conditioned soldiers isn't. Of course this is also all just me talking to myself while my chaotic little hyperfixated brain throws ideas at the wall to see if they stick, but I at least don't think it's entirely baseless.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel spoilers

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are there sugary spire versions of your ocs?

oh YEAH. i’ve got one for rosemary! she’s known as posie here.

info under cut :3 (DISCLAIMER… it’s all based on the old sugary spire lore because i hold onto it with an Iron Grip)

excuse the old art!!! BUT this is posie :) the gist of her story is in the ref above, but i’ll try to reiterate some more

after pep’s restaurant burned down, he completely lost his mind. he forgot everything — who he was, who is family was. of course, that included his own daughter. posie was, to put it lightly, confused. why doesn’t her papa recognise her? why can’t he remember her?

she’s a smart kid — very smart, actually — but being so young, she doesn’t understand the concept of therapy yet. but she’s determined to get her papa back to normal. and she believes the only way to do so is to build a time machine!

of course, she can’t build it on her own. she needs an adult to supervise her. and, well, both of her parents are out of the question, so…

i’ll let this old comic i made do the talking ^_^

sooo yeah. don’t tell her this, but the said adult who ends up helping her (and becoming her guardian figure, no less) was the sole reason her papa changed in the first place, so… er… whoops?

nevertheless, posie tries to keep her chin up. but she has to admit it gets lonely. she’s just a kid, she still needs a parent to look up to! she’s worried she might never see her papa again.

#era.txt #sugary spire #pizza tower au #anon #this is so long im so sorry JAHWJRJFJF #pizza tower oc #idont really wanna tag this as anything else bc im still nervous abt posting my ocs here.. 😵‍💫#if u have any more questions lmk giggles :3c

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I think Tumblr needs to know about my dumbass Poppy Playtime AU I literally JUST made today so uhm... Here's the AU I've been hyperfixating on-

More information under the cut!

This is the first half of the Smiling Critters references (I loved making their designs omg)

Basically to summarize why they are a significant part in this AU:

This is an AU where the Smiling Critters survive, using anything and everything they can to continue to do so. It's a small resistance group (hence the AU name, "RESISTANCE") trying to fight against The Prototype! They still have their dynamics and everything else but they have more freedom to express themselves (hence, the clothes and accessories. And how Kickin' Chicken is wearing two bandana's because yes, he is extra.) AFTER the events of The Hour of Joy. By that time they were like what? 1st-2nd graders considering the experiments that were done? Now they are more like teenagers in this AU since I still follow the plot-line of the actual Poppy Playtime story taking place 10 years later-.

As for how the group works, everybody has their own little role and is in charge of something, they aren't made useless as it is a group based off of teamwork and friendship (despite the casualties.) Here's some of the roles they fall into:

(IF I SEE ANYBODY SEXUALIZE THESE CHARACTERS ISTG. THATS ICKY AND GROSS and I will make sure you get smited by lightning, because even if these guys are aged up THEY ARE STILL MINORS!!!)

Kickin Chicken: The vice president if you will, the leaders right hand man. (Because Dogday is the leader.) He's kind of full of himself but the confidence and pep talks help the team keep motivated, even if he is a bit self-centered

Bobby Bearhug: Assistant to Kickin Chicken (although they have a rivalry.) and also the medic. Is also the one who helps Dogday with anything considering in this AU he still has half of him torn off. (More on Dogday in his own section sometime later)

Hoppy Hopscotch: Basically explores the facility in any area at any time to gather new information on ways to try and get out (all of them are actively looking to escape btw!)

Craftycorn: Maps out stuff (maps, plans, other things) using her drawing abilities, although she also acts as the therapist friend because her art is soothing to others.

Bubba Bubbaphant: THE LITERAL. EMBODIMENT. OF. THE NERD EMOJI. He is a actual know-it-all which can come in handy but that makes him seem like a dick sometimes because of his knowledge.

Picky Piggy: I don't really have anything important to add to her, since I want to keep some of her lore a secret [might be revealed through the ask page I just set up for the AU on my page] HOWEVER she is the chef of the group and is literally the only one that can cook, if anybody else tried they'd all get food poisoning LMAO.

Here's some extra things in this AU that won't go in my other posts about this AU (maybe):

(So take notes if you want.)

- Catnap is redeemed, but it takes a VERY long time for him to get out of "old habits" as I'm going to word it. (Without spoiling too much of what I have planned.)

- I don't know what to plan for The Prototype yet but I'm talking with a couple of my mutuals on discord so maybe I'll figure it out eventually

- Dogday can normally stand and do other things because of the belts he has, however he can't put them on for too long (for like at max, more than 4 hours a day.) because they will wear into the plush, and he needs to put the belts on tight or they will come loose. He only uses such method when the group goes to hunt for food or similar activities, otherwise, he just uses a wheelchair when in the groups safe environment (the Playhouse!)

- This is going to be a shock to some people, but there is NO player character in this AU, not only is this a what if the Smiling Critters survived, but it's also a what if the player character never returned to Playtime Co.! This does come with some issues, like on how the asks are going to work, but trust me, I got everything taken care of when it comes to that!

- There also isn't really any shipping in this AU at all, I'm focusing on the story/friendship dynamics more than that, so if somehow you were looking for Dogday X Catnap this is, unfortunately not the place for that.

- This AU also has the personal interpretation of Dogday being part of the experiments some of the orphanage kids faced, as I don't really vibe with the idea that Dogday might be a Playtime Co. worker??? I don't know, I'm sticking with my idea for now but I will be keeping a close eye on canon if anything confirms or denies it, and I may adjust the AU accordingly if that's the case.

- Future posts may or may not contain other Poppy Playtime characters but the main focus is the Smiling Critters and The Prototype.

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References of Dogday and Catnap are already done but I may wait a bit on Tumblr to see how well this AU is being received :)

(I spent 6 hours on all references in total 😭😭😭)

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I love the lore/discourse about anabels memories because it actually really feeds an eventual part I plan for the Alola arc (Haru searched for Looker for years when he went missing/was eebied to the mega timeline) and during his Alola vacation arc, naturally, Looker comes right up to you to ask for help gathering up the scattered ultra beasts. And the dilemma of finally seeing someone who you care deeply for but they don't remember you!!! (His self sabotaging and downplaying anything going on with him personally leads him to be like "if Looker is happy then it doesn't matter if he remembers me--" and his fiance and friends grabbing him like "BE SELFISH FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE AND TELL YOUR DAD YOU MISS HIM" Anyways I'm always grateful for the juice y'all provide with your Anabel stuff. Tbh I imagine she catches on immediately that Haru knows Looker. (It'll all work out in the end, I think Looker remembering his past wouldn't change his life because he's literally been doing what he's always been doing and that's commitment)

Hmm, I guess in my headcanons, a situation like this would still be tricky and Anabel might think that it will be up to Looker's consent and decision on approaching since this is a matter of his personal amnesia.

She has said that she's happy to continue her life, but she also does want to remember her past. Perhaps Looker is the same even in my own story where it's a good discussion to have on how he'd approach his past. He'd have so many concerns: is he still really the same guy he was? Can he truly reconnect with a part of himself that feels lost? Does he feel comfortable shaking the foundation he built on his own?

And especially, is he the same person that other character wants him desperately to be? What if he isn't?

So it would warrant a discussion, but I do imagine Looker would at least take a deep breath and confront the matter at his own pace. Like he's a big hearted guy, he would want to know and get to know this character! I also imagine Anabel, if she was in his shoes, wouldn't want to rush and force an interaction either, but slowly introduce the idea and see how both parties feel. (And probably tell the character "Just a moment; you need to approach this wanting to get to know who he is now-- not try to bring out who you remember him to be, okay?")

fghfdghf and it still tickles me that there are a lot of people who do see Looker as the "Father-I-Never-Had" trope! It makes me think about how I see the protags reacting to Looker; less like a father and more the friendly neighborhood... Eccentric fellow? Weird Uncle? But occasionally I think about some kids getting a good pep talk from him and comforting words, only to break down and say how much they wish he was their dad and Looker is just

screaming internally because he doesn't know what to DO...;;; like stray baby chicks that he just can't keep!! he's sorry!!!

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I think that the reason why i’m attached to pathologic, especially daniil as a character, is because i’m disabled and chronically ill, so i’ve had a huge fear of doctors for literally my whole life. like. it seems backwards but really.

(slight cw for doctors and disabilities, a bit of a rant. you don’t have to answer this ask or anything if you’re not in the headspace to answer!! take care of yourself!!)

I see my own pain and fatigue both in the sand pest victims and also in the healers play-throughs, especially dankovsky because basically everything goes wrong for him or actively works against him to make things worse. playing as daniil and getting to be a know-it-all doctor (someone I would have been especially anxious around in the real world) but seeing his character put so much effort and care in to healing people who are sick really resonates with me and helped me be less anxious around some doctors (it’s still a deep fear, but we’re getting better haha).

like. in the marble nest he even speaks gently to the children, iirc.

his whole storyline also really helped me cope with spending so much of my life in a medical setting. hospitals make me extremely anxious, so instead I get to distract myself with this complex story and lore to make weekly appointments a bit less scary. when my symptoms are dismissed or when doctors are rude to me, I pretend that i’ll have one last imaginary appointment with a certain knowledgeable out-of-town doctor that recalls reading about a cure for my oddly specific symptoms. wow. almost like it’s a real illness! /s

I pretend that he’s a part of my medical team and doesn’t hold back when defending me against other “professionals” who don’t care enough to try or don’t believe me because “i’m too young to be disabled”. I imagine him snapping back at a doctor I had who said that my makeup made my face look wonky and weird. I imagine him giving me a pep talk before meetings with medical teams.

I appreciate how determined dankovsky is. nothing goes unnoticed. no data goes missing. he actually cares and wants to see a problem solved or at least remedied as much as possible. no stone goes unturned when it comes to pain relief.

to him, if a patient is still in pain after treatment, he needs to find a different diagnosis because clearly the treatment didn’t work earlier. no, the patient isn’t faking it. if they’re faking it, why does the pain look so real?

his own fight against death in the game even paralleled an experience I had at the time I really got into the game. my dog had passed away and he was like a service dog to me, it was the first real loss I had ever experienced and having a character mirror my emotions when dealing with death had really helped me cope and come to terms with it all. especially the marble nest storyline, when the fight against death was even more visually personified through the executors.

this character means so much to me. I find so much comfort in playing pretend with the prickly prick who is actually a really nice and caring doctor. and the imaginary/pretend doll games are ironic because of the “game of dolls” metaphor in patho classic.

when i’m having a flare up or panic attack, I just imagine that he’s sitting at my bedside, diligently taking notes on what i’m feeling, distracting me from my anxieties by teaching me a latin phrase or by telling stories, mumbling along as he reads from textbooks pulled down from shelves with information on my illnesses. it’s comforting to pretend that someone cares so much about my health that they would put a great amount of effort in to finding other solutions, even after multiple tries. it’s nice to imagine that someone is holding my hand and talking me through the process of what’s happening when I have a procedure. I like to pretend that someone is here with me to keep me company when I can’t move, or to notice my balance shaking when I might pass out, to carry me to a couch or bed before I faint, to have someone help me administer my medications and remember the correct doses and times to take them them.

most of all I like pretending that daniil is here with me to stay by my side and promise me that he’ll take the pain away. and daniil dankovsky is always a man of his word.

I know it’s all just wishful thinking, but I like that I can run back to an imaginary doctor who can heal any pain (or at least can lessen it, even temporarily). I like coping with life alongside daniil, I get to make sense of death through his experiences as well as mine.

there’s a lot of value in the x reader genre even though some people think it’s cringe or weird. this genre is what got me through more than five years of debilitating pain and fatigue. cringe is a made up concept lmao. your writing and the writing of others has helped me a lot, and i’m sure that many other people can say the same.

i’m so sorry for the long message! again, u don’t have to answer it or post it or anything if it’s too much bc I completely understand!! I just wanted to share some personal anecdotes about why I love patho and daniil and all that.

with lots of love, -🥀

You've explained it beautifully

Because Daniil really would! That's the thing, he never became a doctor for the money or prestigious, he truly was in it for the science, for healing people and making humanity better as a whole.

He founded Thanatica, he paved his own path in thanatology, weaved his own branch of research. Daniil wanted to cure humanity of death, All Death, indefinitely.

It's like someone being courages enough to fight the dragon head on, cut the problem from its source and put an end to this prolonged song and dance.

Stop borrowing time from death, coaxing it back and pretending that this is okay. that it's natural and can't be helped, that this is simply the cycle of life.

Much like our ancestors thought the sun was pulled by a chariot, Daniil is determined to make the view on death hold a similar notion to the future generations.

To unveil the monster and force everyone to look it in the eyes, to realise it was never invulnerable, that it too can be tamed much like the rest of nature.

The scientific method pure and simple, he took it to heart. He doesn't presume nor intuition his way into a cure, he works by solid facts, plausible theories and educated predictions.

He stays well informed no matter how ego bruising it is to constantly having to learn new things, knowledge is worth the price of staying humble for.

The man is the embodiment of pride yet he'll kneel and admit he is wrong for the chance to gather more knowledge and make things right, he doesn't care what it takes, he will get results.

All those traits are what make the ideal doctor, someone reliable you can trust to want to help you, someone who is clearly fighting by your side to make you feel better rather than simply arguing against you to prove nothing is wrong.

He wants to turn a novel concept into reality, the same way a child desperately wants the world to be fair, for justice and truth to prevail.

Dankovsky kept that side of him alive, carefully maintained that way of thinking, and didn't allow the cruel world to demean this naivety.

Until he was older, stronger, and very capable of following his words with actions. The respect granted to someone of his status and age forces the people around him to listen to his notions and take them seriously, it forces them to come to terms with their own ignorance.

He held the right ideas all along, but people care more for who's speaking than the word themselves.

You understand him, you truly do.

Because he will not rest until he gets to the bottom of a problem, until the last piece of the puzzle falls into place.

Oh, it becomes personal when he is faced with an anomaly of an illness. When the symptoms are there but the tests results claim negative, it means he needs to approach this differently and test for other things rather than throw the towel in like unreliable doctors who claim the paitent is just making things up.

In one of the P2 bachelor route posts, the devs mentioned a mechanic where Daniil breaks into a paitents' houses. As a routine everyday thing because he isn't satisfied with the limited tests and wants to gather more evidence or clues to figure out what ails them.

The fantasies that you described about him are the exact scenes I envision while writing him.

The sound of his fountain pen tapping and scratching against the paper, the clickly turn of the microscope wheel as he peers into the tissue sample below, the focused look on his face as he notes down every detail.

How cluttered his desk in the stillwaters is, how messy his room is in contrast to all the trouble he goes through to make himself look collected and pristine. Much like how messy his brain is inside in contrast to tidy shell and elegant clothes.

Daniil isn't masquerading as something he is not, he isn't adoring a posh facade, despite it all he still acts surprisingly down to earth. He tells Artemy to not worry about watching his language around him, he swears and he makes sarcastic lame jokes.

Daniil would rather join you on the floor without care for his clothes getting dirty if it meant you'll keep him company while sorts through the mess that is his bag, maybe tinker with the lense of his plague finder gear.

There is a sense of belonging with him, a sense of ease and comradery because you know that man will stop at nothing to help you.

Doesn't he volunteer himself countless times to do the bidding of others he deems more vulnerable than him? Without looking for a reward or anything, even when they're simply strangers.

Doesn't he subject himself to take the "test" pills rather than three clearly distraught women who were desperate to help in any way just because his conscience wouldn't allow him to stand by while someone suffers.

Even a snake's venom can be used to make medicine, even sharp fangs can be repurposed into thin fine needles that seamlessly pass through the skin without a hint of pain.

For someone like him to be good at heart, genuinely good at heart. He isn't looking for recognition or taking advantage of an opportunity to raise above despite what the initial impression of him make you think, he is the most determined and the most caring of all the healers.

He is the one outsider in this town, keep that in mind and yet he still cares so much about everything all the time. At least Artemy and Clara had stakes in the game, Daniil's risking his life for strangers and a town that insists on making his life a living hell, everyone mistrusts him or tries to use him to climb the social ladder or accumulate more power.

He was the only one truly looking to make a change.

Which is why it's so fitting to imagine him defending your case against all the doctors who aren't in medical care for the right reasons, who grew too jaded and overconfident, whose brains slowed down and grew stubborn and set in their ways.

If the Bachelor gives a wrong diagnosis, he'll march directly to your doorstep the next day in the middle of the night and demand another chance, taking full accountability for his mistake and asking to try again.

I know it's just filler sentences, but in P1, there are these lines the other healers' bounds say to you to singal the conversation won't progress more or that their role in your story is done.

For Daniil, when he keeps attempting to talk to the termites, they tell him they feel a headache coming in. And you know what he tells them? He takes their words seriously and advices them to eat quince, a fruit, natural remedy for headaches.

For example, Eva would tell Artemy she's waiting to meet someone, and he can say, "I think I know who," and it loops the more you try to talk to her.

He could've easily dismissed them or been like "You're too young to know what real headaches are" Hell he could've went the skeptical grown up route and just assumed the kids are trying to swindle painkillers from him.

But he doesn't, he never does. And that line is especially sweet and thoughtful when it comes after a bitter conversation or an argument with a rude child. That yes despite the person being a little shit, Daniil still doesn't want the kid to suffer in pain and gives them a free medical consolation, an advice to keep for future reference to ease their headaches.

He tries to heal, in every person he comes across he tries to rid them of pain and absorb it himself. In every place he goes he actually tries to leave it better than he found it.

A lot of Bachelor route quests start from you offering your direct help to someone, not the other way around where people ask you or demand you to help them.

It's you who volunteers each time! Daniil takes full agency in his actions, he is so nosy and involves himself in every problem if it means he can solve it.

I'm a person that faints a lot from seemingly nothing. Yesterday, I fainted twice and had to stay in bed because the light-headedness never went away. I can barely go places because I know I will faint and will need to urgently go home, showering by itself is a huge chore and I have to cut it into separate parts and take breaks because I feel my vision disappearing after like 5 minutes under the water.

Someone like Daniil would definitely help, even stay beside me in the bathroom while I shower just to keep an eye on my state, to pay attention to the symptoms when my hands start to shake and I blank at the wall and help me out and back into the bed instead of just dismising them and urging me to push through until I faint like the other doctors.

He wouldn't view nudity as sexaul at all. He wouldn't be timid or skittish when it comes to the human body.

Nothing deters his determination, and he will feel insulted if you assumed he'd be disgusted by anything natural.

There's beauty in someone putting effort into redundant mundane acts, that Daniil would carefully measure the liquid inside the needle and tap the air bubbles out each time with deliberate care before administrating it.

He never thinks these tasks are beneath him. He abhors doctors who look down on nurses or refuse to do "nurse tasks"

And it's poetic in a way, that even as a character, as a doll, a fictional concept, he is still helping being indirectly. It's truly the most Daniil trait of all things that his mere existence as a fantasy doctor actually heals and mends. He'd be immensely astonished by that notion, all the people which he granted a small relief, which he encouraged to keep going just by being himself.

I'm very honoured you entrusted me with this rose anon, it takes effort and courage to put yourself out there, to have faith in a stranger and share your experience and feelings with them.

I relate to your words a lot, I saw myself in between the lines. I imagine certian characters too helping me through rough days, sticking by my side through thick and thin.

Mostly Georgiy Kain these days because I feel like he'd be the only one who understands my thought process. It feels hard describing my art, even harder trying to explain scientific concepts I'm passionate about.

I tried to do that the other day, showing a person what absolutely mindblowing it is that we can predict higher dimensions if we use the second and third dimensions interactions as a frame of reference.

You can accurately guess what a 4D cube would look like just by looking at the process of 2D Square being turned into a 3D cube!

And I mean you, anyone! without the use of the Internet and without the need for any equations or mathematics knowledge. It's basic logic, and you only need your eyes, a paper, and a pen.

Actually the less you know about math the easier it will be; it's one of those situations where you need to unlearn certain things they taught you in school in order to comprehend it.

You need to forgo the status que, to forget the basics and the "obvious" You need to take the reigns back from auto pilot and force your brain to actually think, genuinely think about why and how a square is turned into a cube rather than just retrieve memorised information from your 4th grade teacher showing your class how to draw a 3D cube on the chalk board.

And I'm so passionate about these things! About general relatively and seemingly complex mathematics that are actually so so simple and obvious but the education system and first impressions completely altered people's views on these things.

I used to do it so much as a kid, excitedly explain the mechanics behind black holes and their formation, predictably the adults only chuckled and cooed condescendingly.

And now that I'm an adult and can be taken seriously, I try to share it with other adults only to find out NO ONE WANTS TO USE THEIR BRAIN. Everyone is happy just living life as it is and my thrist for knowledge is a one man journey.

It's disheartening really, i genuinely love these topics and I'm passionate about them. That's why I feel like someone like the Judge would actually get it! He would listen to me talk throughly, he would share his knowledge with me!

I used to have similar ideals about defeating death and achieveing immortality in my early teen years, actually unironicly had them and wanted to get into med school for it. I also wanted to get into genetic engineering to give humans wings.

No one took it seriously and unlike Daniil I wasn't strong enough to keep that fire going, my flickering candle got sqaushed by life alongside my hopes and dreams long ago.

That's probably why a lot of us relate to him and find comfort in him, in the man who beat the odds and didn't back down from life.

You learn about being cringe the hard way, about fitting in and other people's perceptions the hard way. You give up parts of yourself in order to be loved and find a community, it's wired into our brains.

It takes an active choice to go against your biology and all the warning sirens firing off that you're straying from the herd, crossing into dangerous territory, that deep down we are a social tribe, mammals who seek acceptance and validation from each other.

And Daniil did that choice. We only get to see the fruits of his labour, not the years of ridicule he endured during med school, not the way others must have antagonised him for daring to be different and hold strong opinions, not the many mountians he had to climb and hardships he had to overcome in order to even survive through teenagehood and actually get accepted into med school.

The man founded Thanatica, he created it into existence through blood and tears, he has earned every right to act a little proud and keep repeating the "Bachelor of medicine" title after every introduction after all that he had to go through to earn it.

It's so easy to dismiss him as self-centred and arrogant rather than determined and proud.

Only through seeing the world from his eyes and walking in his own shoes do you get why he did everything he did, you find no malice in his inner thoughts, you realise he has been truthful to you this whole time.

Please don't apologise for the long asks, I really appreciate them.

It's good to receive someone's articulated thoughts and have the chance to reply back with a long message of my own, it feels as intimate as a receiving and sending a letter back before the industrial revolution.

If it does take me a long time to reply, I do apologise. I answer the most recent asks when it's convenient for my schedule and by the time I get to the second most recent ask, a new one or three get sent in and the other asks get buried even deeper down.

I will get to answering them all eventually, I promise.

One thing tho, I do read them all, even ones I know I won't be able to answer rn. I check my inbox daily and read as much as I can. I mull over what to reply back with throughout the day and decide to get to writing it during the night.

I enjoyed this lovely conversation! Please do take care of yourself in this heat, make sure to drink plenty of water, I emptied like 4 bags of ice to make nice cold soda drinks with ah- I hope your day is amazing.

#♧daniil #♧character study #♧🥀 anon

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virusgeist-art · 8 months

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can i have some lore in the two boyos u just posted!! THEY LOOK CUTE AF

Ah omg!! Thank you!! I'm really flattered you are interested in them because they are my babies and favorite boys of all time,, 🥺

The boy with black hair is named Reed- Reed is a one man band and a great singer/guitarist. In the beginning of their story at least... cause he also is very lonely and wishes he had friends or other band members to play his tunes with.

He pretends to be assertive and look "scary" but on the inside he's super sensitive. He used to be more soft and nerdy on the outside but got his heart broken by his first girlfriend and decided to be emo, LOL. The breakup might have left him heart broken but it sparked up his ambition and determination to play guitar and go after his dreams to try to be a famous rockstar like his longtime idol Trip (another oc).

He gets invited to a popular music tournament where he meets Isaac (the boy with blonde hair in the pic who is also a guitarist of his own band). Except... Reed and Isaac REALLY didn't get along at first. Isaac picked on him the moment he layed eyes on him. (mostly because he thought he was cute) Reed thought he was an asshole from then on out though. They became rivals through most of the tournament. Making jabs and jeers at each other any chance they get.

Isaac eventually has a disagreement with his bandmates and they kick him out. First place he goes is to Reed to ask if he could stay with him for a temporary truce. Reed was hesitant at first but ultimately decided to let him stay with him... but definitely makes it clear he sleeps on the floor. Which Isaac didn't really mind.

They go through a some stuff together and over their time bonding for that time to continue participating in the music tournament together they realize maybe the other is not so bad after all. Reed maybe even LIKES his company. Isaac's bandmates wanted him back after they seen them play really well on stage and of course Isaac went back with them leaving Reed a little disappointed.

They may be a little nicer to each other but they are still musical rivals after all. Reed starts developing a big crush on Isaac and can't get him out of his head. He tends to avoid him like the plague and it was really bugging Isaac because well... he didn't get to see him anymore. Isaac goes to look for Reed himself and he finds him in his room. He starts asking him questions frantically afraid perhaps he's hit a chord or pushed him too far with his playful insults or that he just simply doesn't want to talk to him anymore. Reed just shut him up with a frantic kiss and Isaac kissed him back, easily. Though Reed freaks out and pushes him out of his room in a hurry because he's really confused emotionally, maybe even physically too... all his life he thought he was a straight guy but now he's not too sure.

Reed writes a song about all his overall feelings and plays it for the next tournament round but on his way on the stage he starts to feel really embarrassed and chicken out running towards the exit door. He happens to bump into Isaac who gives Reed a pep talk and tells him he's really talented and to not walk out on him dream.

Anyway Reed played his song and Isaac decides to invite him into his own band and Reed couldn't be happier to say yes even though he tries to play it off cool.

The rest of their story they're in a band together,, eventually meet Reed's idol, Trip, I talked about but he's perhaps not the greatest guy in the world as Reed initially thought.

WELL ANYWAY THEY HAVE MORE STORY IN THERE AND AFTERWARDS BUT I DONT WANNA TALK YOUR EAR OFF. FHSHJFJD.

BUt thank u for being interested,, makes me really happy !!

#asks #oc lore #can also look at their names in my tags and see some arts of them #if ya wants

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askmausyandmore · 1 year

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Trainer Lore!?

I think I'll call you... Reckoning *The Pikachu excitedly taps his paws, bounding around the child before nuzzling up to him*

*He smiles, the 10 year giggles as the Pikachu nuzzles him, squeaking* I'm glad you like it

*The Trainer looks around, gaze fixing on the darkening sky* It's getting dark... maybe I can continue tomorrow..

I can introduce you to my Mama and we can start our journey together properly

Pika pika! *The mouse's ears perk up as he is lifted*

I'm sorry for talking you ears off. I ramble when I'm excited.. I know it's annoying..

*He loses some of the pep in his step* It's probably more annoying because you probably can't understand me

Pikaa~?

*He carried them northwest of their current location blabbering on*

*By the time the moon peaks it's halfway point the boy frowns in confusion*

Chu?

*The lights in the building ahead of them are off* She might be asleep but that's okay

*He grabs the spare key from under the mailbox and knocks, the spare key in hand*

*Nothing, he puts the Pikachu down and fumbles the key with the lock*

*He always struggled with keys but the door clicks the way it should* She's definitely sleeping but she's a light sleeper

*The Trainer turns to the electric type* Are you ready?

Pika! Chu

Mama, I'm home! *He calls walking inside, no response it was completely silent*

*Pikachu steps in after him sniffing the floor, moonlight filtering through the window making the room somewhat what visible*

*Reckoning chirps softy* Pi?

Mom...?

*He jolts awake* “Kid?”

*Trainer wraps his arms around his torso and glancing over at the egg, Maus and Beebee and then to the mouse pokemon in front of him* I'm fine, Reckoning

*Reckoning scoffs pawing at his arm until he loosens them and he squeezes into them* “Nice to meet you, Fine”

*Trainer huffs quietly in amusement* That was awful

“I know” Reckoning nuzzles under his jaw and wraps his tail around the teen's arm*

*He rests his head on the mouse, exhaling deeply as his eyes flutter*

I love you

“I love you too, Kid.. Now sleep”

#Pokemon Ask Blog #Ask Trainer #Ask Reckoning #Clear Vision Arc #Backlogs

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mr-onion-e-mous · 2 years

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The lore, pt 2

Peppino: Come on in.

In the doorway was Onion, now older. Now, I cannot say for certain how much older, but he has certainly older nonetheless. He was more, transparent, with only a shirt, glasses, and onion shaped gloves to His name. The glasses now looking pizza like and stared with his pepperoni pupils. Before this moment, before...

He knew before this moment, Onion was just a simple stranger to the restaurant, who then started bonding with pep overtime. And before that. Those gloves.

Those gloves immediately fitted themselves on him, slowly, but in a minute, turned him into the invisiboy we know now. The bubbles, turned to marbles, falling on the floor, which ended with a Plunk. He now knew his role. His role was to protect the universal marbles, and as well as to not loose them. He had never once kept them at home, but always had a small bag to store them to keep safe.

There were two other things in the radical ruby ragged pouch. A note book, and a pen. The former was given to take notes, which he bought in a local store with a good price deal (69% off). The latter was actually a gift from peppino himself after he got himself a new one. Why not give someone you know and trust something you don't need and they want? One person's trash is another one's treasure after all.

Onion: I would like-

Peppino: The usual?

Onion: You were never wrong about it.

The usual was a small pizza with random toppings. Didn't matter what was on it, it just mattered that the pizza was a bit different every time. Onion liked that sort of variety.

And two things before we are done with the story so far, why were the marbles important anyway? And how does he get the money to afford said small pizza? First, the marbles actually have a universe inside of each of them, like a marble can contain a universe where everyone is a robot, or another a universe but with no peppino. It is specifically restricted to and universe that has pizza tower in ot though, so that's why there are a lot of other "guardians" protecting their things of the universe, like one carrying coins that hold mario universes. And second, Onion does work a full time shift of news writing, getting every single nook and cranny of adventure and mishaps. No worries, though he mostly gets payed 1000 dollars a week, once in a blue moon, the scoop might be a hit and earn lots of dough (we were talking about dollars in the millions). And that's that! Thx for reading this two part fanfic!

#Pizza tower oc #Lore #marbles #Anon/Onion

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years

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Xiao: First Kiss HCs

I’m so sorry it took me actually forever to reply to you. But I really hope you like this and it was somewhat worth the wait;; I tried really hard but ty for liking my Xiao content and yes! Let’s be absolute trash for Xiao. In this house we only believe in Xiao supremacy 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: Friendship

Semi Part 2: Falling in Love

Semi Part 3: Cuddles

Semi Part 4: Protective

Semi Part 5: Affection

Semi Part 6: Jealously

Semi Part 8: Opposites Attract

Semi Part 9: String of Fate [Soulmate] HCs

Semi Part 10: [ Fainting ]

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Childe Ver: First Kiss HCs

Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs

Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs

Considering how many more Xiao fics I need to write. This semi part link might not be a good idea lol. Also let’s ignore if I wrote in a kiss in a previous post haha.

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover@youaskedfurret @snowy224

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Xiao: First Kiss HCs

When you and Xiao first got together. It was a slow and steady process of learning each other boundaries and what felt comfortable. Xiao knew he was a difficult partner but you loved him and even becoming his friend was a slow and worthwhile adventure. It started off small leading from small handholding, to cuddling, to showing each other affection. But the one area that you both weren’t familiar in was kisses. He was an isolated adepti and you were an adventurer. You didn’t have any experience in being kissed and Xiao sure as hell didn’t either. Plus it was a lot more intimate and nerve wracking compared to holding hands and that was an hard hill to tackle in itself.

You didn’t mind that he wasn’t comfortable with initiating affection or never went in or talked about kisses. You were just happy that he was by your side and that your love was reciprocated. That he was comfortable in your presence and seemed content in your arms. It still made you a bit giddy when you reflected on how far you both came and that was enough for you. Xiao, on the other hand, couldn’t exactly say the same. While he was happy and he was content, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe your relationship was too one-sided? He knew that you were comfortable and okay with waiting for him to work out his issues and figuring out how to love again but he also really wanted to do more. He just wasn’t sure how to start.

It suddenly dawned on him one day when he saw you off on your next journey, that he had never really kissed you. Even a small goodbye kiss. It was usually you initiating affection or giving words of love and you always told him that it didn’t matter if he said it or not. His actions said more which always made him flush a bit. But on slow and quiet days where you were off on another adventure and Liyue was calm, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to you. To your face, your bright eyes that would light up whenever you talked about the interesting sights you saw on your journey, the curve of your nose whenever he tapped it when you started to ramble on to much, your lips and how they would spread into a soft smile when it was just the two of you.

Xiao quickly flipped himself up into a sitting position and groaned into his hands. What was happening to him? He needed to take a walk to clear his mind again. He’s been going out a lot since he met you. He had faced an army of demons and fought in a war and yet this felt like the hardest challenge of his entire thousand year long life. He could almost hear Guizhong’s laughter at his predicament and her words of wisdom saying to take whatever problem he had and face it head on. Just without his spear. The spear needs to stay home.

So the next time you visited Wangshu Inn he asked for you to close your eyes. You complied but you were surprised, sitting by the railing facing Liyue up on the balcony. Was he going to gift you something? This was the first time he asked you to close your eyes but you trusted him. You could almost feel the anxiety waving off Xiao so you kept quiet and patient and waited for him to be ready.

He was ready. He could do this. You weren’t even looking at him so what was there to be worried about? He slowly leaned in, just hovering above your lips. But then he leaned back a bit, flushing red. He nearly chewed his lip before stopping since you probably didn’t want to taste blood. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready or he thought that you would hate it, he was just nervous in messing up. What if his accidently transformed? What if he accidently pushed you off the railing? Even worse, what if someone showed up and saw you both like this?

Turns out he didn’t need to worry. Somewhat. Zhongli, who Xiao knew now was actually Rex Lapis in disguise, made a sudden appearance behind him. The whiplash of suddenly seeing his Master, the nervous butterfly’s fluttering in his stomach, and pep talk Xiao was trying to pound into his mind made him suddenly lurch forward and kiss you deeply. A bit too deeply as his little fangs nipped at your bottom lip.

“Zhongli!?”

“Rex Lapis?!”

You both quickly broke apart as your eyes flew open when you heard the man but also surprise at the sudden but, not completely unpleasant, pain and pressure on your lips. You could almost see the soul leave Xiao’s body when he spun around to see the surprised Zhongli. It was silent for a moment, all three of you just staring at each other. You were still processing what the hell just happened, Xiao was trying to find a way to astral project, and Zhongli was computing the fact that yes, the ever grumpy and “don’t touch me” yaksha both had a lover and was in the middle of...courting.

“Oh. My apologies. I wasn’t aware you were both occupied. I shall take my leave and visit another day then.” Zhongli simply nodded and left before you or Xiao could say anything. You both stared at the empty figure of where Zhongli was before you started to burst into laughter at the situation. You really felt bad, you did honestly, but with all the overwhelming emotions you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m...sorry. I didn’t know he was going to visit today,” Xiao muttered as he pressed his hand into his face and groaned at the embarrassing moment. You could see the tips of his ears were getting redder by the second which made you chuckle. For such a fearsome Yaksha he was really cute sometimes.

“It’s okay Xiao. I don’t mind. But are you alright?” you stifled the last of your giggles and reached out to pull him closer and remove his hand from his red face before cupping his cheek. He huffed but leaned into your hand. He really was sometimes like a cat.

“Are you hurt? Was I...too forward?” Xiao asked but he still wouldn’t look you in the eye. The floor was very interesting this afternoon. Wood was nice. Wood was good.

“No! It was...nice,” you answered, starting to go a bit pink yourself now before you felt a stinging pain in the corner of your lip, “Ah. I think you might accidently bit my lip though.”

“I see,” Xiao was now looking at you with his piercing eyes as he watched your small pink tongue brush over the corner of your bottom lip. His attention began to focus on that small part as the world seem to narrow down. Just the two of you. But unlike when you both would lie on top of the inn and watch the sun go down he felt hungry.

“Do you-”

Before you could ask anything Xiao suddenly pounced and pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He took you by surprise but you quickly recovered as you gripped the purple ribbon on his back and yanked him forward as his hands slammed against the railing, trapping you. You felt his tongue press against your lips as you slowly opened them to let him in. It was overwhelming and you were sure if you hadn’t been grabbing onto the purple ribbon you would have fell over but then a sudden deep rumble snapped you out of your trance.

“Xiao? Are you...Are you purring?” you giggled when you got a tiny but of separation from the lack of air but he frowned at you, really it looked more like a pout, before leaning over once again. Just barely brushing over your lips as he whispered

“Meow”

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This isn’t even OOC anymore. I feel like I’m writing a fucking k-drama right now, what am I doing anymore? English? Huh? I do not compute.

I’ve just awakened something in me with Cat! Xiao and I am flying with it (and casually ignoring lore. Isn’t he a bird?). Heading straight for the stratosphere and you cannot stop me. Just gonna hide away in shame now don’t look at me.

Okay. Time to commit sleep for uh 2 hours lol. I’m really tired but I feel kinda proud of myself haha. Tomorrow’s fics are going to be Venti, Lisa and Diluc pairing, and Venti and Barbara pairing. Good night!

Oh, and yes there is a lot more Xiao content to come and uhh might continue this cat!xiao idea. Unless that’s too weird. I’m sorry don’t shame me pls 😰

my god tumble just work. i dont want to deal with you and your tags.

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j4gm · 3 years

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TOGETHER AGAIN SPOILERS

A thread of lore, Easter eggs, episode connections, and background details from Adventure Time: Distant Lands: Together Again! Let me know if I missed anything! This is adapted from my original Twitter thread.

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1. I was expecting them to perhaps do a classic style title sequence for this episode, but I wasn't expecting them to straight up use the original title sequence. The only difference is this final screen saying "Distant Lands".

2. The background of the title cards is also the hill from the title sequence.

3. The ice cream having "50 flavours" and having an image of an enlightened soul is an obvious reference to the 50th Dead World as we see it later in the episode.

4. Continuing with the metaphor, the dirt in the ice cream could be a parallel to the fact that Jake's Nirvana actually wasn't perfect, because his inaction was allowing for injustice to perpetuate.

5. This whole scene feels immediately slightly off. Finn has his Scarlet sword and is out on a classic Ice King adventure, but he speaks in his grown voice and all the slang feels much more forced than it did in the real season one. Turns out this was deliberate.

6. The snow golem speaks with a baby voice like it did in the pilot episode, even though in canon it has a deeper voice. This further hints that something is not quite right.

7. The first major break in continuity is these snow golems resembling Uncle Gumbald and Peace Master, who Finn didn't meet until later in his life.

8. LSP sitting on Finn's head like this is reminiscent of Pen Ward's piece for the 2018 Ble crew zine.

9. Finn being given the choice of helping somebody but ending up helping everybody reminds me of "Memories of Boom Boom Mountain". It's the kind of resolution that wouldn't happen so much in the late seasons of the show, which helps make this scene feel even further out of place.

10. Jake is half frozen by Ice King in pretty much the exact same way as he was in "Prisoners of Love", and even has a very similar line.

11. The Snail is seen here. The crew have said that the Snail has been deliberately left out of previous Distant Lands specials, so its placement here is another very deliberate hint that this whole sequence is "trying too hard" to be like the early seasons.

12. The book "Mind Games" appears a couple of times, as seen in several previous episodes of Adventure Time. The first is as Finn is approaching the library in his dream. It also appears as one of the items in Finn's backpack later.

13. Jake is hurt when Finn fist bumps him with his metal arm, revealing that this scene is not real. This is also a callback to the title sequences of "Islands" and "Elements".

14. A whole bunch of familiar skeletons are seen in the bird's nest: Dirt Beer Guy, Abracadaniel, Me-Mow, Lemongrab, Mr. Pig, and the Snail again. This doesn't necessarily mean that all these characters are dead, since this scene is just a hallucination.

15. Old Man Finn! He's still got the chest tattoo of Jake, and this time we know that Jake is dead, so the theory that Jake died before "Obsidian" seems pretty likely. He looks similar to his old man design from "Puhoy", with the same facial hair.

16. There are several cameos of familiar characters who apparently died at the same time as Finn. The first is this duck, who previously appeared in "Ocarina".

17. The second is Donny, from the episode... uh, "Donny".

18. This goblin guy is an unnamed background character from “The Silent King”.

19. This old lady first appeared in "The Enchiridion", way back in season one. Old ladies are a species in the Land of Ooo, so I guess she wasn't actually very old back then, given she just about outlived Finn.

20. This is the cobbler who first appears in "His Hero". Amazing that he lived so long given all the trouble he got into in that episode.

21. Land of the Dead! This place was first seen in season two's "Death in Bloom", and now we are finally learning its actual purpose. It's a sort of gateway and hub to all of the other dead worlds.

22. There are some more minor cameos at the gates: a house person from "Donny", a soft person from "Gut Grinder", and a wood person from "When Wedding Bells Thaw". And, of course, the gate guardian himself from “Death in Bloom”.

23. Finn completely ignores the gate guardian in the same way he did in Death in Bloom. This also has the convenient effect of not having to reveal how Finn died, leaving it up to the audience's imagination.

24. Mr. Fox! We already knew he would die at some point because BMO had his skull in the finale.

25. Finn has his design from the first Distant Lands poster in this scene. Turns out it's young Finn in old Finn's clothes. But they gave him a shirt in the poster so you wouldn't be able to see the tattoo.

26. The clapping that Finn does while he's looking for Jake is a callback to "James Baxter the Horse", when Jake tells Finn to listen for that same rhythm if they are killed and need to find each other in the afterlife.

27. Mr. Fox talks about a "past life quotient", suggesting that there might be some kind of limit to how many times somebody can reincarnate. Finn's reincarnations are also seen in this scene; a callback to "The Vault", and confirmation that reincarnations share the same soul.

28. Boobafina, the goose who Mr. Fox was in love with in his debut episode “Storytelling”, apparently reincarnated into a tugboat. We've already seen that objects can have souls in the episode "Ghost Fly".

29. Finn is initially assigned to the 37th Dead World, which is the same one that Jake went to when he died in "Sons of Mars". We can only guess at what the other numbers on the ticket mean ;)

30. Tiffany! Despite several lucky escapes throughout his life, Tiffany has finally died. I like the use of this imagery to express Finn's conflicted feelings about him.

31. The 50th Dead World has long been established as the "highest" dead world, and the one synonymous with Heaven within Adventure Time's universe. It was first mentioned in "Ghost Princess" back in season three.

32. It's unclear what happens to souls which are destroyed within the dead worlds. It is a similar question to asking what happened to the ghosts that were killed in "Ghost Fly".

33. Death doesn't speak at all in Together Again because his voice actor, Miguel Ferrer, passed away in 2017 long before production began.

34. Finn phases through New Death when he tries to attack him, just like what happened way back in "Death in Bloom".

35. The 30th Dead World contains Tree Trunks as well as many of her love interests; Mr. Pig, her alien husband from "High Strangeness", Danny and Randy who first appeared in "Apple Wedding", and several more who we don't recognise, including at least one who presents as a woman.

36. Literally yelled when these two showed up. Joshua calls Finn a crybaby, which is a callback to "Dad's Dungeon".

37. The wall of weapons in Joshua and Margaret's house includes the iconic Demon Blood Sword, which was broken in "Play Date", as well as Margaret's auto-loading crossbow from "Joshua & Margaret Investigations".

38. Jermaine is sidelined a few times through the episode, in reference to his attitude in "Jermaine" where he feels that Finn and Jake were always their parents' favourites. I would have hoped things would be a bit better by now.

39. Fern gets name dropped while Finn and Jake are reuniting. A shame he doesn't actually show up in the episode.

40. In this scene, Finn says "What time is it?" This is a very subtle reference to the 2010 cartoon "Adventure Time".

41. In a couple of shots during this fight scene it looks like Jake might have a tattoo. It seems like it only becomes visible when he stretches out his arm.

42. New Death's amulet in this scene resembles parts of the Lich's cape, foreshadowing his influence on New Death.

43. There are several more cameos in the 50th Dead World: Booshy from "High Strangeness", one of the Marshmallow Kids from "Scamps", and Ghost Princess and Clarence, who were seen ascending to the 50th Dead World in "Ghost Princess".

44. Finn didn't interact with Booshy in "High Strangeness", but it seems they must have met at some point before they both died because Finn knows his name.

45. It seems like people in the 1st Dead World are slowly melted away until they become part of the landscape. Nasty.

46. Lots more cameos in this scene: a gnome from "Power Animal", a gnome from "The Enchiridion", a Bath Boy from "The Vault", Blagertha from "Love Games", Maja the Sky Witch, a troll from "Dungeon", Chocoberry, Choose Goose, Wyatt, a spiky person from "Gut Grinder", and possibly more.

47. Tiffany's insults are consistently nonsensical and amazing, as they were in the original series.

48. The Candy Kingdom looks extremely different. Peppermint Butler is wearing the crown so he might be in charge now, which is supported by the kingdom's very magical-looking augmentations. It’s not clear whether Finn and Jake were expecting to find Princess Bubblegum or Peppermint Butler, since both have the initials “PB” and both could be going by the title of “Princess”. Perhaps Peps and Bubblegum share the princess duties now that PB is living with Marceline more of the time.

49. Peppermint Butler has a "Boss" mug, although it's not the same colour as the one from "Obsidian".

50. Jake's ghost has the same design as he did when BMO killed him in "Ghost Fly". I also absolutely love Finn's ghost. This scene establishes that ghosts are just visitors to the mortal plane from the dead worlds.

51. Life has only appeared in animated shorts before now. Namely, "The Gift That Reaps Giving" which establishes her relationship with Death, and "Frog Seasons: Winter". This episode gives her a concrete place within Adventure Time's pantheon: she is in charge of reincarnation.

52. A translation of Life’s angry French dialogue by Shado: “After all I did for that boy. After all I did for him. No, it's not possible. It's not possible no, that... that makes me so mad but it's not possible.”

53. We finally have in-universe confirmation that Shoko's tiger is a previous life of Jake. This was previously confirmed by one of the writers, but wasn't canon until now.

54. I feel like Finn pulled off Shoko's look even better than Shoko did. I wonder whether Finn has gained the memories of his past lives now that he’s dead.

55. No Easter egg here, just want to appreciate this image.

56. There is an elemental symbol on the wall here, as seen in "Jelly Beans Have Power".

57. Tiffany's dramatic internal monologue is a recurring gag, as is his habit of nearly dying from falling into holes.

58. The Jake suit makes a cameo in the fight against New Death. It was last seen in the episode "Reboot”.

59. Finn's backpack contains a few familiar items: the t-shirt with the pocket from "It Came from the Nightosphere", Finn's underwear from "Little Dude" and other episodes, and a copy of Mind Games as I've already mentioned.

60. The Lich's Hand is present in the background of Death's... death scene. This is probably the unseen "friend" who New Death keeps talking about.

61. The Lich's menacing monologues often begin with a single command. Previously they have included "Fall" and "Stop". This time, the command is "Burn".

62. Jake uses the word "boingloings", which is a callback all the way to "Hitman" in the third season.

63. Jake's blue shape-shifter form from "Abstract" appears very briefly during his fight with Finn.

64. Finn's lumpy space person form also makes an appearance. This design was last seen all the way back in the second episode of the entire show, "Trouble in Lumpy Space".

65. Jake steps on the Lich's hand in a very similar way to how he stepped on Ash in "Memory of a Memory", which is itself a Monty Python reference.

66. The credits include a dedication to a few AT cast and crew who have passed away. Polly Lou Livingston was the voice of Tree Trunks. Miguel Ferrer was the voice of Death. Michel Lyman and Maureen Mlynarczyk were both sheet timers on the original series. Rest in peace.

67. The message that Finn and Jake write out on the ouija board is "BUTT", which Peppermint Butler takes as a distress signal. This message is also used as a distress signal by the Hot Dog Knights in "The Limit".

68. Peppermint Butler's reversed dialogue from the scene where he makes contact with Finn and Jake is "Kee-Oth Rama Pancake", the spell from “Dad's Dungeon” for banishing demons.

69. That appears to be President Porpoise with all of Tree Trunks’ other lovers.

70. In this scene, Life is humming part of "Lonely Bones", the song which Death tried to record for her in her debut short "The Gift That Reaps Giving". It's hard to notice because it's so brief.

71. Finn and Jake's cover is blown while in the Land of the Dead because Jake loudly farts, which also happened in "Death in Bloom".

72. The place where Mr. Fox explains the perception mechanics of the afterlife is the exact same location as the River of Forgetfulness from "Death in Bloom", which, as it turns out, was imaginary.

These are sort of out of order at the end because I was adding stuff to the Twitter thread as it got discovered. That’s all for now!

#adventure time #together again #finn the human #jake the dog #lorepost

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casadefreewill · 2 years

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Daily Fics

(Fics I read throughout the day yesterday and enjoyed)

Imposter Syndrome by highspeedearth

Impostor Syndrome: when you believe it is only a matter of time before they find out you don't know what you are doing.

Marinette had a bad day, and this time transforming into Ladybug doesn't help.

Chat Noir plucks her off the Eiffel Tower for a pep talk.

Marinette spiraling a little after being reminded just how much of a physical difference there is between her and Ladybug and Chat cheering her up and reminding her that they’re one and the same.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Spellbound by Lilafly ( @lilaflyy )

Going out on Midsummer had been a very bad idea, Adrien was able to admit that much. He couldn’t regret running into a girl named Marinette though, who had helped him through the time where Faerie tried to call him with sweet songs.

He really wanted to get to know her better, but there was a slight problem: he was a Cat Sidhe and if she found out about it, she might as well be proclaimed dead on the spot. But the loneliness he had seen in her eyes had been too familiar for him to just leave her alone. Keeping her ignorant of the presence of the fair folk, while he himself was one of them, proved to be a lot harder than he had expected it to be though.

Spellbound updated! (ﾉ⌒∇⌒)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧※☆°＊*・.:.

So I’ve rec’d it before here and here but to reiterate:

Faedrien (cat sidhe) twins au with changeling!Bridgette. Love square romance, AroAce!Felix, kwami backstory, miraculous lore, lots of Fae lore, Bridgette backstory, kwami swaps, and lots of other fun stuff!

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

AtLA

In The Garden Light At Dawn by Rosemary_and_Geraniums

Zuko never got to complete his redemption arc. When he confronted his father on the day of the eclipse, he never walked away from the fight.

Alternatively:

Ozai killed his son before he could run away and join the avatar, mixed with my favorite SoulmateAU where the gaang is one big soul family.

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Unwanted Friends by FoiblePNoteworthy ( @foiblepnoteworthy )

Aang knew those swords. He’d seen them every day, felt the warm, if rough, presence of their owner in all his hardest moments and coldest flights. He was a strong figure, gentle in his own way. A Firebender who still used swords.

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There needs to be more platonic soulmate AUs, you guys. Come on. Who wants to see Zuko get dragged into his redemption arc by his soulmates?

So TunaFishChris’s The Family You Choose is still my favorite iteration of the idea of soulmates I’ve ever come across. When you touch blood with your soulmate you share memories and exist like a ghost in their life that only they can interact with. Both of the above stories are takes on that au.

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If you and muffin were vampires, would you be nomads?

If her and I, as we are, became vampires, you mean?

Well...

Say that I become a Twilight vampire. Somehow. Reality glitches, Twilight is suddenly not so fictional anymore, and I have become a Meyerpire.

... first on the agenda for me is I hope my family and my cats are nowhere near when this happens. That would be a bloodbath.

After that...

I get away from civilization as fast as I can. That's first priority. Regardless of whether I've killed anybody yet or no, I won't want to make it worse by staying.

So I run.

After that...

Per your ask, the same has happened to @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta. I, however, don't know this, nor does she know about me, because I know that my first priority when finding myself a vampire would not be to text the Muffin with the news.

On the contrary.

I can't be around people because I'm at such a risk of losing control. Even if I luck out and have ridiculously good control like Bella, I would never be able to risk going near people when there was a chance I might kill them. I'll have to let myself become a missing person. This means the police will start a search, and as they find nothing they will look through my electronics, every single digital footstep I ever left, hoping to find a clue as to what happened to me.

Which means I'm effectively cut off from contacting the Muffin, at least from an account I own.

I would have to contact her anonymously.

But to what end?

I just found out Twilight vampires are real. If they are, then it is not unreasonable to assume other things from Twilight are real. At least, I can't know that they're not.

I'm trying to get at the fact that for all I know, the Volturi could be real. They almost certainly are, really, because I am a Twilight vampire, which means Twilight vampires are real, and if Twilight vampires are real then the Volturi (or a similar organization with the same mission - I have no way of knowing to extent to which I can rely upon the books for accuracy) have to be real, otherwise the world would look very different.

If I tell the Muffin about what happened to me, not only will I be burdening her with the horror of knowing what happened to me, but I'm endangering her life. The Volturi of the books would want her turned or executed. Even if it isn't so in our world and she's safe knowing this secret, I would be subjecting her to a lifetime of always looking over her shoulder.

There's also the question of why I would tell her, and leave my family and friends in the dark. Familiar with Twilight lore as she is she could give good counsel and be my pep talk provider for whenever I doubted the animal diet, but... it just wouldn't feel right to leave my family in the dark, no answers, while making an exception for someone else.

Say, though, that I say "screw it all!" and decided to DM the Muffin.

She wouldn't get it.

The Muffin, after all, is in my exact situation. She'll have removed herself from anything with a pulse, she is letting the world believe she's dead. That means no address, no phone, no computer, nothing.

I have no way of contacting her, just as she has no way of contacting me.

I imagine we simply never find out the other has been turned as well, and spend our lives in respective misery.

But Vinelle, that's too depressing

Alright, take two: the Muffin and I wake up as vampires together. No explanation, we're in the same location in spite of having been contintents apart moments ago, and we're vampires.

I imagine once we've gathered our wits from the sheer shock of the situation we decide to try and Carlisle it. We'll eat deer, we'll learn control, we'll figure this out.

Should more things from Twilight turn out to be real, in the worst case scenario should everything be real and the Volturi are on the brink of being overthrown, then- we'll figure that out, too.

From there it all depends on how things turn out.

If we are able to be full on Carlisles, if we never lose control and our control improves, then that is good. We get better at this life, and eventually, after years upon years of practice we have good enough control to be around people. We watch every movie, show, and anime known to man, we read every book we can get our hands on, study every field, and we write a shitton of fanfiction we can't publish because people would probably recognize us. It's not a bad life.

We might not manage to be Carlisle, though.

We might lose control.

I think, if one of us loses control even once, that will be it.

We have no guarantee that this won't happen again. More, to say "It was only once, it hasn't happened before" will be to say that there is a set number of people we consider acceptable to kill.

I think we would both know that to say "It happened once: we'll simply try harder next time" would be to enter a slippery slope. We have excused this death. We will excuse more.

As only one of us lost control, it might be tempting to say that the one who failed has to be terminated, the other will keep trying. But that would be hopelessly lonely. As vampires we are isolated and cut off from the rest of the world, and each other would be all we had in this world. More, if the other finds themselves losing control in the future, she won't be able to kill herself. Twilight vampires don't have this luxury.

The kindest option, the bloodless option, the moral thing to do in this scenario is double suicide.

Still too depressing

The Muffin and I wake up as vampires, and since life is ridiculous we have a gift. This gift, specifically.

Realizing that our blogs were right about both Twilight vampires and gifts, we grow terrified thinking about what else our blogs could be right about. Is the apocalypse truly upon us?

Our life becomes a fight to a) prevent the Cullen-Volturi confrontation sure to come, b) regain access to our blogs so we can publish meta about how Twilight is gonna have the happiest ending, ever, in the history of happy endings.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #isekai #clonery #the carnivorous muffin

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (May 23/2021) - Turtle Hatching

Foolish wonders whether to take Quackity’s offer and join him in Las Nevadas.

Later, Bad guides two turtles through the ups and downs of their relationship as they navigate the turbulent and emotional experiences found in life, love, marriage and parenthood.

A brief summary of the week’s total events can be found at the end of the post.

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VOD LINKS:

Foolish

Tubbo

Jack Manifold

BadBoyHalo

Michaelmcchill

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- Foolish continues wondering if he should join Quackity. Whether or not Foolish joins, he won’t be done with his summer home.

- There are good and bad sides to both options. Las Nevadas is both risk and reward, and Foolish is torn

- Knowing Eret, he’d probably tell Foolish not to join

- He also still has the deal he made with Ranboo about the shulker box

- Foolish finishes building the massive pyramid at his summer home

- Tubbo comes on to work on Bee ‘n’ Boo with Ranboo, getting materials

- Tubbo and Ranboo rob Foolish of a few blocks from his floor while he tries to render in the view from the pyramid

- Foolish goes to Snowchester to do some very mild griefing in revenge, breaking a few blocks from the floor and stripping many logs

- Tubbo and Ranboo go back to steal the beacon, but instead Tubbo just steals the same blocks of the floor that Foolish filled in

- Ranboo starts chasing him through the Nether. Foolish returns to the summer home to see that they stole some of his floor again

- Maybe this is why Foolish needs to change his ways a little bit, maybe join Las Nevadas for more balance

- He decides to take a visit. Maybe the Tubbo-Ranboo situation was the final push. Along the way, he finds that the portals have been messed up and deals with them

- He knows the others like Puffy and Eret wouldn’t approve of him joining Q, so he won’t tell them. Foolish reaches Las Nevadas. He’ll stay here...at least for a little while

- Jack Manifold continues to work on his pub

- Bad adds a llama to his collection

- These llamas are the population of L’Sandburg. Some llamas will be the L’Sandburgian Army, others will join the L’Sandburgian Council. Some will be simple citizens

- He checks on the L’Sandburg nature preserve and thinks there should be more turtles. He burns his weednip and goes to find some seagrass

- Bad plays matchmaker with two turtles named Shelly and Sheldon, two turtles from opposite sides of the island. Sheldon is nervous about Shelly not liking him and Bad gives him a pep talk

- Shelly and Sheldon go on a date! It goes well! Afterwards, Sheldon is nervous about a second date, but Bad gives him advice -- if Sheldon gets so worried about it not working out, he might end up sabotaging his own relationship anyway

- Sheldon agrees, and Bad calls Shelly on the phone to tell her that Sheldon is interested in a second date. Shelly has moved house

- Michael logs on to build a house and Bad searches for nametags

- While Bad was gone, Sheldon gained his confidence and went on ten more dates with Shelly! They even moved in together, and Sheldon wants to propose!

- Bad gives relationship advice to Sheldon, telling him that Shelly probably doesn’t want a big public proposal as such an event might put a lot of unexpected pressure on her

- Both people in the relationship should have some idea that a proposal might be coming soon so that both people are comfortable knowing that the other person will likely say yes. Sheldon tells Bad that he believes they are at that stage already

- They discuss ideal places to propose in a less public spot. Sheldon assures Bad that they both have a solid idea of what they want their future to be as a family.

- Bad gives Sheldon a rose bush to propose with and sends Sheldon on his way, unbelievably proud of them both

- Bad asks Sheldon what Shelly said afterwards, and Sheldon says...

Shelly said yes!

And Sheldon wants Bad to wed them together!

- Bad tells Sheldon that he would be honored to. Sheldon wants a sudden marriage so that they can become officially married and go off to live together

- Bad does the vows. The turtles both say I do

“Then, by the power vested in me through the Dream SMP and that shiny pyramid with all that shiny gold that I might take later...I now pronounce you both: a husband turtle and a wife turtle. Shelly and Sheldon, you may proceed to smooch!”

- Bad says his parting words to them and gives the couple some honeymoon gifts, giving them roses, chicken, and feeding them seagrass. He leaves, telling them to have fun

- Bad sings about true love for a bit, then goes back to find a bit of XP on the beach. He’s confused and goes to find Shelly and Sheldon, discovering that Sheldon has laid eggs and is now staying to guard them!

- Bad helps Sheldon guard the eggs while Shelly is away

- He then goes back to Shelly to find that Shelly went out to buy a carton of milk when she got lost. But when he and Shelly return to the eggs, they find that Sheldon isn’t there, so Bad leaves to go find him. He must have gone to get groceries too!

- Bad gently tries to get Shelly and Sheldon to stop yelling at each other in front of the eggs

- He protects the eggs and then goes looking for the two again, asking a cat in a boat if they had seen Sheldon

- Bad finds Sheldon swimming near the eggs. He tells Sheldon he checked her house but Shelly wasn’t there. He finds Shelly by the pyramid and is shocked to hear that she doesn’t want to see Sheldon anymore

- He returns to Sheldon, telling him he tried his best. Shelly needs her space and they need to take care of the eggs in the meantime

- A wandering trader nearly destroys the eggs, so Bad murders him. He starts building an enclosure for the eggs

- Bad finds Sheldon and tells him that he’s getting frustrated that he’s taking care of the eggs and Sheldon’s off doing whatever he wants. He tells Sheldon that he’s a jerk and that he’ll keep watching the eggs, sending Sheldon on his way

- Bad leaves the eggs to look for Shelly. He finds Sheldon swimming near Shelly’s house, and is overjoyed to hear that Sheldon is hoping to patch things up with her. But he doesn’t think she’ll have him back

- Bad assures Sheldon that they’ll find her. He reminisces on Sheldon’s bachelor days, finding Shelly and bringing them both back to the egg enclosure. Shelly confesses to Bad that she’s worried Sheldon will still be mad, that she messed up

- Bad tells Shelly that Sheldon wants her back and acts as a mediator between the two. He gets the two to talk calmly with each other.

- He asks what problems they have with each other. Sheldon is mad about the toothpaste cap. Shelly has a problem with Sheldon’s breath. Bad points to the fact that the two are holding flippers -- there’s obviously a connection here

- There may be differences in the ways they want to raise their kids, but there was a spark there, and the kids would want to grow up with both of them. Bad can see it in the way they look at each other, and nothing they’ve said is anything they can’t work on together

- At the end of the day, this relationship can only work if both of them are willing to put the work in, and it seems like both are willing, then Bad sees no reason why they can’t be together forever

- Shelly and Sheldon agree, and Bad is elated. He builds them a new room together. They’re going to be one happy family

- Now, Shelly and Sheldon are sharing the responsibilities of taking care of the kids. Sheldon tells Bad he’s worried that he won’t be a good parent, but Bad tells him that he can always ask for help from other turtles in the community for advice

- It’s going to be difficult, and Sheldon won’t be the perfect parent, but at the end of the day, he cares about his kids and that’s what matters. Everything will be fine

- Bad waits a long time for the eggs to finally hatch, but they do:

The children are named Shelby and Snappy!

Upcoming Events:

- The final Egg lore stream

- Foolish’s date

- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”

- Ponk’s lore stream

- Dream’s lore video

- Sapnap’s possible lore stream

- Awesamdude lore stream

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END OF WEEK RECAP:

5/17 - Nothing much happens.

5/18 - Foolish makes a deal with Bad to sell L’Sandburg

5/19 - Foolish hires Punz to search for the nuke, DreamXD gives out player heads, the Badlands argue about weednip while planning for war

5/20 - Nothing much happens.

5/21 - Ranboo finds another Stronghold

5/22 - Dream writes Technoblade a letter, Quackity tries to recruit Charlie, Fundy, Purpled and Foolish to Las Nevadas, Ranboo creates a room for his experiments at the Stronghold

5/23 - Foolish thinks about joining Las Nevadas, Bad does matchmaking for turtles

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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