Imagine....
....an AU where Aru never lit the lamp, and subsequently never learned about the Otherworld and who she really is
I had to write down the idea and it somehow evolved into.... this
In this AU our lovely heroine is around 14-15, and living life as a loner, because after she refused to light the lamp that fateful day, she got labeled a liar and no one wanted to hang out with her
Her mom is also away on business trips, more so than ever because she’s getting more and more desperate to find the artifact that will help her keep both her daughter and her husband
So now she’s kind of like a jaded, cynical version of herself- she avoids attention like it’s one of those rats-with-wings (pigeons) and has loads of trust and family issues because hero(in)es with angst are close to my heart it’s only expected with her childhood and upbringing
Another thing worth mentioning: because her mother didn’t tell her anything about the Otherworld, she becomes the only Pandava unaware of who they really are (meaning all the rest have been claimed and instated as one of the heroes)
So because the Sleeper was never released, he can’t be the villain, and this leaves the role open for someone I wish we’d seen more of- Takshaka (I kinda hate him, but I feel like his arc, especially his hate of Arjuna and Indra in particular, is really interesting and something that could’ve been expanded on more in the books)
Istg y'all I have so many thoughts about this-
Should I write this out? I kinda wanna write this out
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When Worlds Crash, Myths Meet [Part 2]
i can... literally feel school draining the productivity out of me. SEND HELP. i have 5 assignments due this week and no motivation to finish them. what the fuck is wrong with me? to put a nail in my coffin of misery, i have two projects on top of this, and a test i haven't studied for.
sorry for ranting, i'm just taking stress.
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Part 1
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WILL
They went back to their apartment, and Will could feel a tingle running down his spine.
Nico scratched his head, before inserting his key into the lock, his skull keychain clinking in the silence between the four of them.
The door creaked open, and the faint smell of mildew and rot wafted through.
Will sneezed, as Nico said, "Aw, gross. The house wasn't smelling this bad when I went out in the morning,"
"It smells like something died in there," Rudy wheezed, and when Mini raised her eyebrows, he said, hastily, "No offence,"
Nico pushed the door open wider, and strode in. "None taken, kid."
Their wooden floor creaked beneath their feet, as the smell of rot increased, making his head swirled.
"Okay, has anything died here?" Will demanded, his empty stomach churning.
Nico wrinkled his nose, before sniffing.
Mini's eyes flicked to the vents. "It's coming from there," she said, her brow furrowed, as she pulled her shirt over her nose.
"Not it," Nico said, hastily, taking a step back, crossing his arms.
"Love you too," Will grumbled, going on the tips of his toes, as he felt about for the screws of the vent.
"They're loose," he called down, to the other three.
He undid the remaining screws, and let them fall to the carpeted floor, as he gently removed the grate.
As predicted, the smell increased, and Will saw flies flutter out.
He felt around, cool metal meeting his skin, until he felt his fingers close around something tender and moist.
His stomach turned.
"Do I have to?"
"You're already up there,"
"I'm cooking dinner!"
"Lies," Nico sighed, brushing his hair out of his eyes, tapping his foot expectantly.
Rudy exchanged a meaningful glance with Mini.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he pulled it out quickly, before it fell from his hands onto the floor, with a soft thump.
"Yuck!" The other three said, in unison, Nico with mild interest, Mini looking sickened, and Rudy green in the face.
It was a dismembered snake, its scales ripped from its body, venom scarring its flesh, its slitted pupils like voids staring up at them.
Rudy gasped, clapping a hand over his mouth. "That's Geralt! We were— we were speaking in the morning..."
He averted his gaze, clenching his fists until the skin of his knuckles turned white. "He was going to celebrate his son's first birthday today."
"How do you know?" Nico asked, his eyes still fixed on the creature.
"His head, he had a distinctive scale pattern," He pointed a shaky finger at the head, where a few scales were left.
Will saw Rudy slip his hand into Mini's as she squeezed his hand.
He felt his heart grow heavy.
"But... why would Geralt's body be in our vents?"
"I... I don't know," Rudy said, tearing his fingers through his hair.
Nico kneeled down, and poked the scaled head.
"It was killed."
"Thank you, Sherlock," Will said, jumping down from the step-ladder, wiping his hands on his shirt. Gross. I may need bleach later.
"Don't be sarcastic, Debbie Downer. I don't know why anybody would rip its scales off, though,"
"Psychopaths," Rudy hissed, his irises flashing red and pupils turning slitted momentarily.
Mini tilted her head slightly, her eyes flashing with purple light, before she said, "There's something written on its belly."
She knelt down, and turned the snake over, and all of them saw, seared into the muscle: Did you enjoy my first trick, demigods? There are many more to come.
"This is inhumane," Rudy seethed, about to storm out. "Wait till my father hears—"
Mini laid a calming hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure this out. All four of us,"
She glared at the both of them, like: Say something encouraging!
"Uh... yes, Rudy, don't worry, we will," Nico said, doing his best to sound reassuring.
Will and Mini facepalmed in unison.
Mini stood on the tips of her toes, before frowning. "Is there anything else up there?"
"You try, I'm not putting my hand up there again." Will said, adamantly.
She pulled out her compact mirror, and tilted it towards the vent, before saying, "Huh. There's a... piece of paper."
She pulled it out, before cringing at the drops of blood dotted on its edges.
They all read it in unison:
"Did you enjoy my first trick, demigods?
There are many more to come.
Instead of me making my way to you, how about we make this interesting?
I'll give you 4 days to figure out who I am. If you don't... well, I'm sure you don't want to see your home up in flames, do you?"
And there was a signature— though it was more like a symbol.
"It could be a cult leader, or a person with an arsenal of monsters at their hand," Mini theorized, pushing her glasses further up her nose.
Nico raised his eyebrows. "Most of the times, both are the same person."
Rudy sighed, his shoulders hunching in disappointment. "We'll never find this psycho in four days, and if we do, what? We fight them?"
Mini sighed, and once more, slipped her hand into Rudy's.
"We've been doing this our entire lives, jaan. What's the difference with one more time?"
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the literal translation of "jaan" is "life", or "my life".
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Part 3
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Ridonculous Race but Noah is friends with Owen part 8: Where would I be without you?
I am holding back on yelling for ten paragraphs about this moment in rr proper. Instead I will say that I made Emma outright say she can’t be with Noah cause I feel like adding the “not on the show” part does not warrant such a strong reaction. Also Owen tries so hard. He cares so much and tries so hard and it’s borderline therapeutic to draw Noah reciprocating the efforts (in his own silly ways)
It’s also been a full year since I’ve initially started this series! Happy Birthday, Noah is friends with Owen!
Transcript:
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Emma: I like you!! A lot!
Emma: But…
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Emma: …I can’t be with you. I’m sorry.
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Owen: Oh boy.
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Don: Reality TV schmos- I mean “Pros”…
Don: I’m afraid you’re last. It’s time to go…
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Don: …Is what I would have said if this were an elimination round, but it isn’t!
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Don, offscreen: Congratulations, guys! You’re still in the game!
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Owen: Noah…? You ok, buddy?
Noah: I… Uhm…
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Noah: …Ow.
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Owen: Aww, Noah!!
Owen: Don’t worry- it might hurt now, but things will get better! I promise!!
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Owen: Besides… There’s ton of other fish in the sea. Like this one!
Owen, in cursive: I wuv you, Noah! Kissy kissy, mwah mwah mwah!
Noah: Ew. No thank you.
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Noah: I think it likes you, though.
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Owen: Oh my— NOAH!!
Owen: That’s a dead fish- why would you do this to me?!
Noah: Ha ha ha
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Noah: Ha…
Noah: …Thanks, Owen.
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Owen: Ha.
Owen: Glad I could help!
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