#those wings slayed so hard

[linkemon]

Fatui headcanons 1

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

Warning!

Some Fatui have yet to appear in the game, so the characters may deviate from their later canon versions.

La Signora

✧ It's not like she was your mother. The best part of her character died with her lover. But it was hard not to feel anything for the woman who had been your mentor for several years. She personally chose you as her protégé. She gave advice and trained. Always saying that she doesn't know what it's all for because she can never be stopped so that someone like you could take her place.

✧ I let you go with me only because Tsaritsa told us to train recruits. She repeated these words and the like very often. But when anyone dared to question you, she always stood up to them. If any of Fatui's lower ranks dared to talk back to those above them, she would eliminate them without batting an eyelid. But she let you talk back, telling you to know your worth. Her student can't let herself be pushed around. That would be bad for her.

✧ When you heard he was dead, you didn't want to believe it. Perhaps many would have rejoiced at your position but you just felt empty. You knew you could do everything you were supposed to do and you would be honored to serve her majesty but joy was somewhere on the side. The first thing you wanted to know was how and where she died. You promised yourself that one day you would slay Raiden Shogun. It was your duty to avenge La Signora.

Pantalone

✧ You met him before he climbed to the top. He was a poor man with no vision. Over time, he developed an unhealthy obsession with the gods. Why did so many people have visions and the two of you didn't It was unfair.

✧ Together you tried to survive on the street. It was a strange time. Sometimes you starved to death. However, your relationship was not based on trust. Some shared food when it was scarce. You shared the spoils according to the amount of work you put in, with no reduced tariffs. Sometimes you went so far as to steal from each other, bringing less than you needed.

✧ Pantalone was usually better at planning jumps and actions. He taught you some nice tricks, including how to manipulate people. He usually chose easier targets. You were a proponent of force solutions.

✧ When given a chance to climb to the top, he abandoned you without hesitation. You always knew he was capable of this. But it wasn't until it really happened that you realized how hurt you were anyway. So when the Fatui asked you to join their ranks a year later, you agreed. Also to face Pantalone one day when you've achieved a lot.

✧ You first saw him again at your mentor's funeral. He was rarely in your area, so you only heard about him. Everything you wanted to tell him slipped out of your head. You only responded to his polite smile and handshake, then walked away.

Tartaglia

✧ As the youngest member of the crew, he often talked to you. He was very popular with recruits. There have been many occasions when Fatui's seniors have charged him with taking care of you during your training. You were always ranked number one, so naturally he wanted to challenge you. It was an honor, so you didn't even think of refusing.

✧ Over time, private training in the form of sparring entered your blood. When you came under La Signora's wing, you stopped. You already had a new teacher and Tartaglia didn't like your mentor very much. Still, he used to pick on you when he came back to Snezhnaya. He loved teasing you. Especially if you've been sitting on paperwork.

✧ At La Signora's funeral, he sided with you and Arlecchino. He himself knew what it was like to be away from his homeland and the vision of death outside of it was terrible. When he supported you, he looked at you the whole time. After the ceremony, he came over to ask how you feel in your new role and if you want to face him. You knew he wouldn't ask about your mentor but you knew his approach to family. It was kind of his attempt to comfort you, so you went to the training ground.

Il Dottore

✧ You never expected that one of your first assignments would involve working with this man. But Tsaritsa's will is sacred and you were the new Harbinger. You had to adapt. You didn't miss him. It would even be safe to say that he scared you. All the rumors you heard about him were nasty. And, as it turned out later, true.

✧ You were tasked with overseeing the security of his lab in Liyue. He produced machines there but not only. He was fascinated by Abyss. What's worse, he's taken it upon himself to keep you informed of all his steps. For some reason, the Dottore thought he'd do what he could to interest you in the subject. Like it or not, you had to listen. Over time, you noticed that you saw meaning in his words and it scared you.

✧ One unlucky day you had to leave the factory with the entire crew. There wasn't much time. You saved his life when several Ruin Guards rioted at once against him. He just laughed the whole way, running away. He said it would be too weak of an end for a genius like him. You've said a few things that would make more than one of the higher-ups try to kill you. But he just laughed again. You're stuck with him now.

[xenoblade-chronicles-brackets]

The entry list is complete

I said that I might have a hard time finding 40 entries with which to pad myself. Well, as it turns out, once I started, I had a hard time stopping, and had to restrain myself to not overshoot the 256.

So on top of the 216 user submitted tracks, I also have 40 of my own submissions. The bracket will be seeded on YouTube views, but I will however default to seeding my 40 submissions lower than your 216 user submissions.

Actual bracket (hopefully) soon to come.

User submitted tracks

46:ri-9

A Faint Hope

A Formidable Enemy

A Friend on My Mind

A Life Become Distant

A Life Overflowing

A Life Sent On

A Life Sent On (Flutes)

A Life Woven Together

A Moment of Eternity

A nopon’s life

A Step Away

A Tragic Decision

aBOreSSs

After Despair and Hope(Final Boss Theme)

Agniratha (Day)

Agniratha (Night) (XC1)

Agnus Battle

Agnus Castle Day

agnus colony (night)

Alcamoth, Imperial Capital (Night)

An Obstacle in Our Path (XC1)

At Our Life's End

Battle In The Skies Above

Battle on the Seas

Battle!! - Torna

Battle!! (xenoblade 2)

Battlefield ~ The Scramble of Life

Beyond the Sky

Beyond the Sky (acoustic arrangement) XC1 FC

Bionis Shoulder

Bionis’ Awakening

Black Tar

Blade~Those Who Know Fear

Brilliant Wings

Bringer of Chaos! Ultimate (XC2)

By My Side

Carrying the Weight of Life

cent-omnia region (day)

Central Factory - Xenoblade Chronicles DE

Chain Attack!

City Day

Colony 6 - Future

Colony 9 (Day)

Colony 9 (Night)

Contrition

Converging Emotions

Counterattack

Crisis

Death Match With Torna

Desolation

Don't Worry

Drifting Soul

Drifting Soul(Instrumental)

Driver VS

Elysium In The Dream

Elysium, In the Blue Sky

Engage the Enemy

Eryth Sea (Day)

Eryth Sea (Night)

Erythia Sea Day

Ever Come to an End

Everyday Life (XC1)

Face

Feelings Risen to the Sky

Feelings Upon This Melody

Field Kaijou

Fogbeasts (Future Connected)

Forest of the Nopon (Day)

Forest of the Nopon (Night)

Four-limbed Titan - Gormott

Friendship

Frontier Village (Day)

frontier village (Night)

Future Awaits

Gaur Plain (Day)

Gaur Plain (Night)

Gramps (Fonsett Village) Night/Day XC2

Great Cotte Falls (Day)

Great Cotte Falls (Night)

Homecoming

Hometown (Day)

Hometown (night)

hope for the future

How the Future Endures

Impending Crisis

In the forest (XZ ver,)

In the Refugee Camp

Incoming! (XC2)

Iris Network

Irregular Bound

Jump Towards the Morning Sun

Kaleidoscopic Core

Keves Battle

Kingdom of Uraya

Land of Morytha

Lasaria Woodland-Day

Life's Fading Flame ~ Holding These Thoughts

Loneliness

Lost Days of Warmth

Majesty

Malevolent Hollow

Manon

Mechanical Rhythm

Mechonis Field

melancholia

Melia ~ Ancient Memories

Memories

Millick Meadows (Day)

MNN + @0 (both halfs)

Mobius Battle M

Moebius Battle

Mor Ardain - Roaming the Wastes

New Battle!!!

Nia ~ Towards the Heavens

NLA Shigai

no3=NO.EX01

no4=D91M

no6=LP

no9=MONOX

Noah and N (Phase 1)

Noah and N (Phase 2)

Oblivia

off seer crys

off seer mio

off seer miyabi

off seer noah

Off-Seer - Xenoblade Chronicles 3

Once We Part Ways

One Last You

Origin Ascending

Origin Battle

Our Eternal Land

Our Paths May Never Cross

Over Despair and Animus

Over the Sinful Entreaty

Parting

Past From Far Distance

Praetor Amalthus- The Acting God

Prologue A

Prologue B

Rage, Darkness of the Heart

raTEoREkiSImeAra

Redeem The Future

Regret

Reminiscence

ribbi flats (day)

Riki the Legendary Heropon

Riki’s Kindness

Roar from Beyond

Satorl Marsh (Night)

Shadow of the Lowlands

Shining Aspiration ~ Inherited Melody

Ship In A Stormy Sea

Shulk and Fiora

So nah, so fern

Soldier's Paean

Something's Beginning to Move

Sorrow

Still, Move Forward

Suffocating Reverberation

Syra Hovering Reefs Day

Tactical Action

Tantal (Day)

Tantal (Night)

Tephra Cave

The Awakening (XC2)

The Battle is Upon Us

The Beginning of Our Memory

The Bereaved and Those Left Behind

the bereaved and those left behind (ver. 2)

The Decision

The End Lies Ahead

The Fallen Land

The False Queens

The God Slaying Sword

The Great Sea Stirs

The key we've lost

The Monado Awakens

The Power of Jin

The Tomorrow With You

the way (xenoblade x)

Theme X

Thoughts Enshrined

Time to Fight (Bionis' Shoulder)

Time to Fight!

Torigoth/Night

Uncontrollable

Unfinsihed Business

Urgency

Valak Mountain (Day)

valak mountain (Night)

Walking With You

Wanted Nia

Where it All Began - Xenoblade Chronicles 2

Where We Belong

Where We Used To Be

White All Around Us

Wir Fleigen

Words That Never Reached You

Xenoblade Chronicles Main Theme

yesterdale (night)

You Will Know Our Names

You Will Know Our Names (Finale)

You Will Recall Our Names

Young Warriors

Your Voice

Z10 Briefing

z15f20i12e09l14d (first half, aka Celica's theme)

z15f20i12e09l14d (Second half, aka Divine Roost)

z15f20i12e09l14d (Vocal Stem)

z29ba2t0t1l301e17 (z29 battle)

Z30 Free Battle

z37b20a13t01t08le

Z39 B Comical

Zanza the Divine

My own additions

Argentum (Day)

Argentum (Night)

Auresco, Royal Capital

Bionis' Interior (Pulse)

Bionis' Shoulder (Night)

Black Mountains

Cent-Omnia Region (Night)

Cliffs of Morytha

Colony 6 - Ether Mine

Crossing Swords

Enemies Closing In

Eye of Shining Justice

Fonsa Myma (Night)

Galahad Fortress

Gormott (Night)

Gormotti Forest

Gran Dell (Night)

Hidden Machina Village

Hope

Immediate Threat

Kingdom of Torna (Night)

Kingdom of Uraya (Night)

Leftheria Archipelago (Day)

Leftheria Archipelago (Night)

Omens of Life

Prison Island

Song of Giga Rosa

Spirit Crucible Elpys

Sword Valley (Night)

Tension

The Abandoned City

The Fallen Land (Night)

The Towering Yggdrasil

Towering Shadow

Ultimate Enemy

Urayan Tunnels

Visions of the Future

Yesterdale (Day)

Yggdrasil

You Will Know Our Names Finale (Climax)

[senei]

rambling a little but uhhh something i love a lot about slay the princess(besides like literally everything else about it since i'm kind of latched onto it) is how the artwork is loose.

tldr it's a good way of showing that the 'cleanliness' of art isn't necessary, and you really shouldn't worry your head off about that kind of stuff. but the Entire word vomit is underneath

it's sooo sososo common seeing people make huge deals about their art being 'clean'.

the lineart needs to be nice and sharp, the rendering needs to be perfectly butter smooth, et cetera.. especially with the ai stuff going on, for some reason? it kind of varies from different communities/platforms, but it's always there in some form. hard to miss most of the time

i see so many people getting pressed over that kind of involuntary obligation they put on themself—and not to say i don't do that exact same thing at times myself!!! it really upsets me knowing the kind of toll it can take on motivation to actually just. draw whatever the fuck is bouncing in your head like an rpg slime idle.

ik the fact that the sprites weren't entirely polished wasn't on purpose. that it's just because of the sheer amount of them/the lack of emotional masochism needed to do the Entire Process on Each One as a Single Person. but it still means a lot to me.

it shows how the same exact idea can be communicated completely disregarding whether or not those kinds of little details aren't ironed flat.

in like 99% of people who look at something, they just go "ooouuh!....art coole👍 !!!!!!!!". they're not gonna give two shits on wings about stray lines or an underblended shadow or whatever.

or at least that's what i'd like to think. as an artist with ungodly chicken scratch not yet conceivable to man i haven't been told anything.

just do however much you wanna do it's silly little artworks not your holy purpose to which inaction holds eternal suffering as consequence or something

[yanderes-galore]

Skyrim yandere paarthurnax concept? Platonic cuz He is like a grandpa

-☢️ Anon

Sure, still super new to Skyrim so I'm learning the characters through research. I hope I got things somewhat right. Made Darling a Dragonborn for plot reasons.

Yandere! Platonic! Paarthurnax Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Dubious companionship, Thoughts of kidnapping, Paranoia, Familial yandere.

Paarthurnax is one of the most friendly dragons in Skyrim, having kept his natural habits in check via meditation.

His purpose is to train the Dragonborn certain shouts to defeat his brother, Alduin.

In terms of how he'd meet you the only way I can think of is you yourself are a Dragonborn.

That way you'd have a reason to meet with the wise dragon and form a connection.

Paarthurnax hasn't talked to others for a century by the time you meet him, instead he passes the time by meditation.

However he is a dragon that loves conversation.

Being a Dragonborn would make it easier for Paarthurnax to form a connection with you.

You have the blood and soul of a dragon like him, even if you are a mortal.

Speaking with you and being your elder teacher makes him understand you more and more.

This is the way I imagine Paarthurnax could be a platonic yandere towards a mortal darling.

Like in the game I imagine he'd talk to you like family whenever he saw you.

He acknowledges you like another dragon, a student to take under his wing.

He's a teacher, a wise old dragon who wishes to speak to you about old tales and lessons.

Paarthurnax would definitely act like some sort of parent/grandpa/teacher to you.

He wants to train your powers, even if you may be the one to slay his brother (or not).

I'd imagine he'd talk to you for hours, even if the mountain's cold air appears to freeze your skin.

No matter, he'll teach you how to create a fire to warm yourself.

He seems so kind despite his past nature, which he still keeps in check.

However his past nature and craving for domination may still spark up at times during his obsession.

I imagine what make Paarthurnax attached to you is it feels like he's talking to his own kind when he speaks to you.

You eagerly listen and learn from him... is it so wrong to feel a bit possessive?

He likes your attention and doesn't mind keeping you close to him to stay warm on the mountain.

Paarthurnax never leaves the mountain, he's always close by.

The dragon mediates when you aren't around to entertain him with conversation, even when you do come to speak he offers you to meditate with him.

Paarthurnax loves your presence and feels at ease due to your old soul within you.

The old dragon tends to worry when you leave for long periods of time but he cannot blame you.

You have your own duties, he is just an old dragon hiding from those who wish to kill him.

However he does try to convince you to stay longer with him.

He uses his teachings as an excuse to keep you around.

You're like a young child... one that still has so much to learn.

Which is why you need him.

The dragon is most attached to you more than anything, seeing you as family to keep him company.

He doesn't mind lighting a fire for you or allowing you to huddle closer to his large frame.

In his eyes he must take care of you, raise you, and guide you.

If anything ever hurt you that behavior he tries so hard to hide sparks up in momentary fury.

Yet... the old and wise dragon keeps himself calm with meditation.

You are strong, dragon blood runs through you.

He must not worry about you.

Paarthurnax is not a yandere to kill in his current state.

He's given up such behavior to teach mortals.

That's why he dedicates so much time to meditation.

As much as the idea appeals him internally, he forces himself to just protect you.

He'll teach you how to protect yourself.

He'll bestow great strength onto you so you may thrive.

Paarthurnax has potential to cause chaos for the one he cares for.

But he never does in the end.

He's content with watching you stroll up his mountain for chat.

He eagerly encourages you to stay longer and longer so he may influence you.

You make him happy... yet he must keep you free.

As much as he would love for you to stay at the mountain forever, it cannot be done.

Paarthurnax is a calm dragon who's willing to wait for you to return to him no matter how long it takes.

The thought that you might never return, however, strikes unpleasant feelings in the dragon.

What if you never come back to him?

For one reason or another... he dreads the idea of you never returning.

These thoughts continue to spark violent thoughts in the dragon that he can't seem to silence.

If he doesn't do something to prevent such a fate for his student... his family... his fellow dragon blood, then he might cause more carnage to the rest of the mortals in blind rage.

So if that's the case... would it really be all that bad if he planned to keep you here with him next time you came to visit?

[plantwriting]

I was going to make a post about which greek heroes the jrwi pcs are but i came up with a better idea. Which greek myths/stories the jrwi pcs are, mostly just based on themes and vibes and stuff. Also some of these will be combinations of two or more characters when that’s required to make things fit

Riptide

Jay: starting off with what i think is the easiest one. The myth of Icarus, but more specifically: she’s Daedalus. Crafting wings for herself to escape the prison she has been locked in, reaching freedom but losing her family in the process. It just fits very well. (Was this entire post inspired by @enby-ralsei’s fic gifted wax wings? Maybe)

Gillion: had kind of a hard time choosing between the Illiad and the twelve labors of Heracles, but landed on the Illiad. It fits him as a story of war, of wrath and prophecies and higher powers playing with the lives of mortals. Achilles, the child of a goddess, an extremely capable warrior able to level entire armies by himself, but still human, still fully aware that he will die for the war he is fighting in. Helen, an innocent bystander by all logical means, the child of a god, or a goddess, or mere mortals depending on who you ask, ripped from her home and thrust into a battle she never asked for a part in. It just… well. It fits pretty well, I think.

Chip: The Odyssey, specifically from Telemachus’ pov (huh both jay and chip got a myth but from a different pov than the title character). Just a now grown up son trying to find his father who he lost years ago, even when all likelyhood points towards him being long gone. …lets hope chip and arlin can also get a happy ending reunion? Maybe?? Please???

Prime defenders

Dakota: the myth of Perseus slaying Medusa. Perseus is like… the ideal greek hero even by modern standards. Which, you know, Dakota obviously isn’t flawless, but he is very much the ideal of heroism. Kind, willing to learn from his mistakes, forgiving, capable, strong in multiple ways, he inspires people (Mark, William, fucking the whole of WATCH) to be better. Perseus really just fits him with like how ideal his story is at least in its older forms (obviously gets very different vibes if we go with the later interpretation of medusa being a victim but the older versions fit dakota better so thats what im focusing on)

William: Hades and Persephone! Extremely complex and complicated, somehow simultaneously one of the healthier love stories in greek mythology and also the story of Hades kidnapping his wife.. yeah its complicated. Just like Will! Also you know themes of the underworld and death and rebirth :)

Vyncent: the twelve labors of heracles, it doesn’t really fit as well as some others do but i barely have any fitting ones left (not writing these in order) and at this point like 90% of the myths i have left are just men being the worst. So vyncent gets a myth thats NOT a man being the worst! A very strong and capable fighter, sometimes easily overtaken by his own anger, in desperate need to prove himself and make up for his past mistakes

Blood in the bayou

Rolan: King Oedipus… uh ignoring the incest. Focusing on the themes of discovering your true identity and being so horrified and disgusted by the truth that you can’t live with it, that you’re the monster you’ve been seeking this whole time. Being unable to ever go back to the way things used to be no matter how much you wish you could do so

Kian and Rand: Orpheus and Eurydice. Not in the sense of “this character is this one” but the different themes just fit them both so well. Kian is music, is love, is hope and failure and loss and /love/. Kian is Orpheus risking everything for those he loves. Kian is Eurydice dying again because that very love was always going to be her downfall. Kian is a tragedy, and we all know how it will end. Meanwhile Rand is grief, is loss, is refusing to move on and let go of those you love. Of looking back even when you know it will only hurt you more. Rand is Orpheus, forever stuck in mourning those he’s lost. Rand is Eurydice, never able to come back from where she has gone. Rand is a tragedy, and we all wish we didn’t know how it will end.

Apotheosis

Rumi and Peter: already talked about this in my which greek gods they are post but!! The myth of Eros and Psyche. A god and a mortal that fell for each other, pulled apart by their circumstances. The mortal dying, only to be brought back by their godly lover and raised to godhood themself. A happy and loving marriage with their (lizard) children. It just fits so well

Thanatos: always feels ironic to pick a myth that doesnt involve Thanatos himself but. I think Thanny fits the story of Prometheus pretty good. Defying the gods by stealing fire for humanity and succeeding in that goal but then getting trapped forever because of that. I mean Thanatos you know stayed trapped willingly but still (also theres a real lack of greek myths where someone defies the gods and doesnt end up suffering like. A lot. Prometheus honestly got off somewhat easily compared to some others)

Not including the suckening since i still haven’t finished it :/ ill add my thoughts on the characters once ive done so

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

The Lost Library - Chapter 2

Virgil explores his new home, and meets his new family - even if most of those meetings are unwilling.

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Warnings: potential unreality (im not sure exactly how that warning works, I just know this fic is a little on the weird side)

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2681

Notes:

I am here to grace you all with a second chapter! At the request of the lovely Anon here on tumblr who requested it!!!

Hope you enjoy!! I really loved writing all of these guys :D

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Walking, walking, walking. 

Virgll has been walking for hours, days, weeks - they couldn't tell, time passed so strangely here. They didn't know whether three hours had passed or three years as they walked. 

Rows on rows on rows on rows of bookshelves, as far their eyes could see until they faded into darkness, yet no matter how far they walked it seemed they were never getting anywhere, they found nothing but books, no landmarks to mark their path, to tell them how far they'd come. 

They'd counted up to seven hundred and eighty two rows of books before they'd lost count and given up, they had walked for a long time since then, a short time? No, definitely long, they have passed many, many more books - or had they? Maybe their mind is playing tricks on them - Virgil didn’t know.

A gust of wind is heard overhead and Virgil writes it off as part of the ambience of this creepy place. With high vaulted ceilings that disappeared into darkness just as the books did in every direction despite the lit torches on the end of each row. Virgil has heard all sorts of sounds in this place, the sound of wind wasn't amiss. 

The sound of a soft breeze transitions into a thumping of large wings, accompanied every time with a shinggg that sounds like a sword being sharpened. Virgil shivers at the sound, pressing down uncomfortable memories of a time long past as they press onwards. They ignore the sound.

It gets closer and Virgil continues to block it out until a figure is practically atop him, circling him like a cat on heavy wings that look a mixture of metallic and crystaline in nature, gold and quartz with embedded rubies. Virgil reels back a little, trying not to scream at the creature's appearance before pressing onwards. 

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" It says, and it's resolutely ignored. The thing's voice is smooth, reminding Virgil of a gently flowing river. They exude a bright aura, something safe and warm, but even then Virgil does not trust it. 

The creature makes a 'humph' sound when it's ignored and flicks back its hair - red and sparkling and moving like some kind of liquid as it circles them again. 

Virgil keeps walking. The creature keeps pestering him, he continues to ignore it. 

It proved easier to keep track of time with an irritatingly loud voice in their ear, and quickly Virgil grew used to it. It must have been only five minutes before the creature gives up on getting them attention and decides to take it instead. 

It flips over them, landing hard right in Virgil’s path and spreading its wings - the wingspan was wide enough to touch the shelves on either side. Virgil startles and rears back, eyes wide and hands up as he faces the thing, which is looking down at him, its eyes like pools of melted metal. 

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, a pout on his crystal face - skin a baby pink colour. 

“I’m busy,” Virgil said, trying to sidestep him, but the thing just steps back into their path.

“Doing what?” It asked, “You’re just walking?”

“Yeah, exactly,” He said, pushing past the thing’s wing to keep going. For a moment it looked like they weren’t going to follow, but quickly they caught up. 

“Where are you walking to? Trying to find something? Just getting some exercise? Ooh! I know! You’re pretending you’re on a daring quest to slay a mighty dragon witch! Right?”

“What- no!” Virgil said, glaring at this person, “I’m trying to get away from all of you freaky things.”

For a moment, they look upset, before quickly bounding after Virgil once more. He groaned softly as they started walking backwards in front of him. 

“Well first of all, we’re not things we’re people, like you!”

“You don’t look much like ‘people’,” Virgil huffs.

“Well now that’s just rude,” They say, before their form changes with a bright white light that makes Virgil flinch back, where the thing had been standing moments before is something that now more closely resembles a person - a little taller than him, with tan skin and rust coloured hair that curled perfectly, amber eyes that still look like molten pools - he looks far too perfect to be human, like he was carved by the gods and painted with the utmost care, not like a real person, but it was… better, “How’s this, less scared now?”

“I wasn’t scared,” Virgil snaps, “I just don’t want to be here.”

The thing - because even if he looks human now he still wasn’t - tilts his head and stares at him for a long moment, “Well… nothing I can do about that, I’m afraid, I’ll assume Deceit already told you you can’t leave?”

A deep sigh escapes Virgil as he finally stops walking and looks down at his feet - they ache, they must have been walking for hours - “Yes, I know.”

“Then… why?”

“I thought I would try anyway.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to be stuck here for the rest of my existence!”

“Well why not?” The thing asked, crossing his arms, “Here is quite a lovely place to be!” He gestures around at all the rows and rows of books Virgil had passed and they can’t help but disagree. 

“Right, sure, lovely,” They say, sarcasm dripping from their tone.

“Well,” The thing said, conjuring a crown between his hands and placing it atop his head, Virgil wonders how in the great everything he did that, was it magic? Was this whole place magic? “Surely it must at least be better than whatever you were running from when you arrived, hm?”

A shiver overtakes him at the reminder, and Virgil clutches their thick skirts closer, the thing looks smug. 

“How do you know I was running from something?” Virgil asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion, the thing just shrugs.

“We all were, darling.”

It takes a moment for them to process that statement, everyone here had been running from something - is that how people ended up here? But it couldn’t be that simple.

“What were you running from?” Virgil asks. The thing looks surprised.

He hums, a hand to his chest as he looks away, “Well now, what a question! I fear your rudeness so far has left me no choice but to refuse you an answer.”

Virgil sighs, it’s not like he was about to take back the things he had said so far. It wasn’t even that bad! He could have said far worse things.

Regardless of the non-answer, he decides to press on, “What are you, anyway?”

“Why, I’m an Idea, darling,” the thing says, grinning and striking an odd pose, Virgil raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, the thing rolls his eyes, “Once, I was a human, just like you-” he pats Virgil on the head, “-here, I became the holder of fantasy, of peoples dreams and wishes, I can be anything someone wishes to be, I can be tall, beautiful, I can be a fairy, a demon, a wish-granting genie, evil, good, I can be anything at all, as long as someone has once wished for it.”

“....Right,” Virgil said slowly, “And uh, you got a name to go with that?”

“Sure do!” He says, grinning at him mischievously.

A long moment of silence passed between them before they realise this thing isn’t going to tell them his name. 

“And…?” He prompts, the thing tilts his head, “What is it?”

“Oh! It’s Roman! A pleasure to meet you, Dee said you go by Anxiety, right?”

“Sure,”

“Well Anxiety! It’s going to be so much fun to have a new face around here, it was starting to get boring after the last three hundred years,” ‘Roman’ says, before sprouting white feathered wings and taking off into the air, disappearing quickly back in the direction Virgil had walked from before. 

“Great,” Virgil mutters to themself, “Guess we keep going…”

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It isn’t long after that Virgil finds themself somewhere else. They immediately give a deep sigh of relief upon realising they had gotten out of the never ending bookshelves before actually looking around. 

The place they are in now looks to be a kitchen of some sort, a large kitchen, bigger than one Virgil had ever seen. He wonders who in the world they were trying to feed when there only seemed to be five people - if that really was what they were - here. 

“Hey kiddo!” Calls a chirpy voice behind them and Virgil whips around to come face to face with a much shorter, happy looking person carrying a tray of what looked like fresh out of the oven cupcakes. Her hands weren’t covered, though they don’t look burned either. She has curls that shimmer like golden thread and rounded glasses made out of silver with clear crystals for lenses. Just like Roman, she looked beautiful, with little imperfection at all that he could see, “I see you found your way to my cozy little corner of the library, feel free to stick around, you can have a cupcake once they’re iced!”

“Oh - uh-”

“And oh! Oh! Would you like to help me bake cookies? That’s next on my list, see, the Ideas love them you know, chocolate chip with-”

Immediately, Virgil tunes her out, overwhelmed by how loud and excited she seems as she unloads the cupcakes onto a cooling rack and begins to make what looks like icing as she rambles on. 

“Try this for me, will you, dear?” She said, and suddenly there's an icing covered spoon in Virgil’s hand. She seems to be making a bowl for each colour, and she’d given Virgil purple. It was a nice colour. Hesitantly, Virgil takes a bit of icing from the spoon with their finger and licks it off. they almost gag.

“It’s - so sweet-” they say quietly, looking up at the way this person darts from counter to counter as though graced with super speed, she turns to look at them with a grin.

“Well duh, silly, it’s icing!” She says, taking the spoon back from them and putting the whole thing in her mouth before throwing it in the sink with a clatter and pulling a new spoon from thin air for the purple bowl, “It’s supposed to be sweet! Have you not had icing before?”

Silently, Virgil shakes their head, she gasps.

“Oh my goodness! This is awful! Truly, truly the worst, you absolutely must try one of my cupcakes!” She says, flapping her hands, Virgil’s eyes widen and they back away a little.

“I- uh- I don’t want to - impose or anything - or- or take away from someone else-” They say quickly. 

“Oh darling you won't!” She says brightly, “I’m making some for everyone! The purple ones are yours!”

“...Really?” They asked softly.

“Of course!” She smiles, “The dark blue ones are - well, I don’t know who’s told you their names yet - hm, dark blue is for the Keeper, light blue ones are mine - I’m Patton, by the way, nice to meet you! Red and green are for the Ideas, I believe you already met red -”

“Roman?”

“Yeah!” Patton smiled brightly.

“So… the yellow is for Deceit, then?” He asks, curious, Patton nods vigerously. 

“Yes indeedy! Now, your aura is very purple, so I gave you purple icing, I hope that’s okay!” 

Virgil shrugs, “Well - if that sounds right to you…? I do like the purple…”

“Then it’s settled! You’re the purple one!” Patton smiles brightly, “Now, what’s your name, sugar?”

“Oh - I’ve been calling myself Anxiety to everyone else, is - is that okay?”

“Well of course that’s okay!” Patton says, that smile never leaving her face, “Now, would you like to help me decorate these?”

“I - well - I don’t want to mess them up…” Virgil says softly, “I’ve never… done this before…”

“Well then that’s all the more reason to try!” Patton said brightly, “Come on, I’ll show you how!”

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“Cupcakes, again, Patton?” Said the tall figure in front of them. Virgil couldn’t help but stare, their skin looked like a bright galaxy of constellations, their hair white and flowing but somehow holographic and iridescent at the same time, shimmering a rainbow of colours in the light. Their glasses too seemed to be made the same way Patton’s were. They moved gracefully, out of all of them, this person was the most godlike in Virgil’s opinion.

“Well yeah! They’re everyone’s favourites!” Patton said brightly, even while Virgil shrank back under their gaze. They adjust their glasses with a dissatisfied hum.

“I suppose,” He said, taking the plate of dark blue ones Patton was offering, “Though I would enjoy it if you’d make something else for a change.”

Patton looked a little put out for a moment, before smiling again, “Of course! Maybe next time I’ll try out a new recipe! See what fun things I can find in these old books-”

“I could recommend a few for you, if you would like,” The Keeper - that’s who Patton said the dark blue cupcakes were for anyway - said, pulling a stack out of thin air and offering them over. Patton waves a hand quickly.

“No no! It’s alright Lo, I’ll come back for them later!” Patton said brightly, “I’ve gotta get these cupcakes around, c’mon Anxiety!”

“Ah, Anxiety,” ‘Lo’ said, stopping them as they turn to follow Patton.

“Oh - uh-” Virgil hesitates, “Ye-yes?”

“I hope you are settling well,” they say, nodding their head, “I am enthused to see what role finds you here.”

Despite their notion of enthusiasm, their voice was entirely monotone.

“Ah - uh - me too!” Virgil said quickly, he was not excited in the slightest, he was in fact slightly terrified of the idea they might have a role for him here, but he decided it would just be easier to lie and move on. 

“Now now…” Says a new voice as the snake man Virgil met on the first day appeared from the shadows behind the Keeper, “No need to lie to us, darling.”

Virgil paled, turning a little, “What- but-”

“Deceit,” Patton said, an oddly commanding tone in her voice, “Don’t go scaring them, their name is Anxiety for crying out loud!”

Deceit said nothing to that, simply staring at Virgil expectantly, they practically shrank back. Deceit smirked. 

“Okay okay - I - I get it- please stop looking at me like that-” they say, hiding a little behind Patton.

“Hey, it’s okay kiddo,” Patton said softly. 

“Roman told me you aren’t happy about being here,” Deceit said, gliding closer, close enough to slip a finger under Virgil’s chin to tilt it upwards, Virgil lat out a soft, afraid noise, a look from the corner of their eye told him that the Keeper had disappeared, “Why is that?”

“Because - because I don’t know this place - I don’t know all of you and- and I’m scared-” He admits, crumpling a little. Deceit let him go after that, and Virgil sank to his knees, “I wanna go home,” He whispers.

“Oh kiddo…” Patton said softly, ruffling his hair.

“Well you can't! ‘Cause your home was a pile of shit!” Said a new voice as a new person arrives on the scene, Zer hair bounces as though it was made of rubber, green with white stripes, and the grin on zer face was full of razor sharp teeth. Virgil hid behind Patton’s legs. 

“What! It’s true! I took a peek in one of your thought books, ‘cause I was curious, y’know? And seriously dude your home was aw-ful,” zey said, bending over backwards - literally - to come face to face with them. 

“Remus, leave them be,” Patton said firmly. Newly dubbed ‘Remus’ shrugs and pops back up to standing, “You know you’re not supposed to look in our books.”

“Eh, whatever, suit yourself, but trust me little guy, this place is farrrr better from where you came from.”

Virgil was having a small amount of trouble believing that, crowded and panicked as he currently was, but at least they weren’t hurt. 

They suppose that’s something.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @littlerat2 (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

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May I offer some Forbidden Predabee? :>

Bumblebee grew up in a village that is well known to hunt down mecha-beasts and predacons for the Senate, they have been doing this for thousands of years so Bee never saw an issue with it as a sparkling. One day he heads out into the near by forest to train for the ceremonial hunt, an ancient tradition that lets young hunters prove themselves and those who get selected get to hunt their first predacon with the chief of the village.(Optimus) Being rather giddy and wanting to prove himself that he could be a hunter and not just a scout Bee spends most of the afternoon training not noticing he was being watched from the treeline.

With a quick swing with his sword Bumblebee slips hitting the ground hard before letting out an annoyed groan, this the 3rd time it has happened and the yellow bot is getting rather frustrated with himself. He gets up and angrily kicks his sword to the other side of the clearing before sitting down a tree stump before putting his face in his servos. 'Why can't he just get it right? Everyone else can fight with their swords just fine but not him...how is he going to prove himself at the ceremonial hunt if he can't use a sword?' Lost in thought Bee doesn't hear the sound of heavy footsteps growing closer behind and nearly jumps out of his plating when a talon gently taps him on the shoulder. Whipping around Bumblebee is suddenly standing face to face with a predacon.

"Having trouble with your sword skills I see?" Predaking glanced at the sword before turning to face the yellow bot again. "You won't get far in battle with that kind of trouble" He flicks his wings while he narrows his optics at the bot.

Bee nervously looks between the predacon and his sword wondering it was worth the risk to try and rush for it. However a gentle clawed servo grabs his shoulder gently guiding him back into the open before returning his sword back to him. The predacon smirks flicking his wings again this time in amusement. "Allow me to help you little bug, After all if you wish to become a great warrior its better to learn from one of the best."

From then on Bumblebee and Predaking trained with each other in secret and slowly with time Bee gets better with his skills while also getting closer to Predaking as well. Eventually Bee ends up falling for the predacon and it doesn't take long until the pair are also sneaking out long into the night. However the day of the ceremonial hunt arrives and Bee is suddenly dreading it as he learned that predacon's are more than vicious beasts who destroy everything in their paths and he doesn't want to hurt Predaking by slaying one of his own kind, so Bumblebee comes up with a plan. During the hunt he makes his way towards a little cave hoping to fail the hunt by hiding out then return to the camp with nothing hoping it will be enough, but as he quietly hides he suddenly hears a strange hissing coming from deeper within the cave.

A large Void spider hisses and charges the intruder not being pleased that someone disturbed its nest. With a sudden yelp Bee draws his sword and begins fighting for his life. He is able to doge and cut away one of it's legs before being bitten by its long fangs on his shoulder. He cries out in pain but begins feeling strange and light headed as the venom slowly fills his fuel lines, before he blacks out he hears a sudden roar and the sound of snapping jaws followed by a high pitched screeching noise. When he re opens his optics he finds himself safely tucked away in a warm nest with his wound patched up. Slowly he sits up looking around the nicely decorated den before spotting Predaking who is busy cleaning away the last remains of his dinner in his fangs.

"Heh, I guess I owe you one...but you didn't have to take me back to your den" Bee gives a sheepish smile as Predaking slowly transforms back into his root-mode before walking up to Bumblebee. "You could have just left me outside my village, I'm sure someone would have found me just fine."

The predacon shakes his helm before gently cupping the yellow mech's cheek with his clawed servo. "My little bug, I would not consider myself a true protector if I left you alone and at the mercy of the forest." He then gently places a soft kiss on Bee's helm before gazing lovely at those bright blue optics. "I truly and deeply love you...and I would gladly throw myself at a thousand foes to protect you my dear"

Bumblebee suddenly feels his face grow hot as his door wings give a little flutter. With greedy servos Bee suddenly pulls Predaking into a burning kiss before lying back to allow the larger mech to join him in the nest. It is long after dark when Bumblebee finally returns back to the village, he is suddenly greeted by his Carrier Optimus and the village's medic before he is guided towards the Medic's hut. Optimus is asking question after question about what happened in the forest and why he seemed to sluggish and tired. Bee isn't paying any attention he is just happily humming to himself as he sends waves of comfort, reassurance and joy through his spark bond to his secret Conjunx, now only if he could get Carrier to stop worrying about him for once.

Hope you enjoyed this little Au idea. All those Barbarian and fantasy Au's got to me lol.

Oh my gosh i love this idea!

Whoever you are, thank you for sharing i love this so much

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Just Gold CH 1

Didn't have time to think of a better title.

Cross-posted to AO3 Here: Just Gold

Chapter 2 Here

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Tango was a dragon.

That's not to say he was very good at being a dragon, but that was what he was. Unlike most dragons, he was not content to sit in a cave all day and hoard gold. 

Sure, he didn’t mind sticking to one place for very long, but he enjoyed company. He enjoyed going out into the world on occasion to see how the world grew and changed. The idea of slow-roasting knights and hunters didn’t have much appeal to him.

He cared not for precious metals or diamonds either. Gold's value didn't account for much more than pretty trinkets and jewelry. It was too soft and flimsy. The metal itself could conduct heat and electricity, but there other materials that could do it far better. Diamonds had an impressive hardness but were difficult to shape. 

He would much rather hoard iron and this interesting crystal that appeared to glow red in the depths of his mountain. They were useful if you just took the time to learn about it. As a dragon, he was immortal. He had all the time in the world to learn and tinker and create.

 And oh the things he could create. His lair was built of redstone powder laid out in intricate networks that sent signals around his home. He had discovered automated doors and electric lights long before humans could have. With iron, a highly conductive material that was both durable and easily shaped, these components could be rearranged to make just about anything possible. As a bonus, he could venture out into the world to find it. 

Unfortunately, Tango was still a dragon. 

The gold and red scales were kind of hard to miss. And dragons had reputations.

When humans saw Tango, they didn’t stop to get to know him. They didn’t take the chance to realize he wasn’t interested in burning down towns or kidnapping unsuspecting victims. They drew their swords so they could attack him first. 

Some were just afraid. Some wanted the glory of slaying a dragon. Some just thought he had gold to steal. 

He supposed he might have ventured out a few too many times. There had been whispers among the human villages of a dragon exploring the cliff sides with eyes as red as burning coals and a fire in its belly that wilted the plants as it flew past. Where there were rumors, there were those willing to bet on their truth and capitalize on it.

One day, while roaming the base of a nearby mountain, Tango stumbled into a trap. He was there checking the mountain for anything of use: be it coal for burning and lighting spaces, iron to shape in his forge, or even a copse of trees to cut down and fashion into tools. There hadn’t been any humans nearby for days and he thought that they might have finally forgotten about him until he stepped under an overhanging granite ledge. It was a quick fuse trap that was built to go off when something as large and warm as he came in close proximity. The moment he passed under the rocky outcropping, the fuse lit. There was one small moment where he heard the sizzle, his heart stopped as he realized his mistake, and then everything went white.

The blast tore a hole into the very side of the mountain. Fire and ash hit his side. It burned his throat and lungs as he instinctively drew in breath. The obliterated stone bounced off his scales. The force of the explosion knocked him rolling down the mountain to the valley below. He batted his wings in a vain attempt to slow himself down but only managed to catch them painfully against the sides of the trees as he rolled past. 

Tango passed out before he had even come to a stop. 

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“Hey, are you alright?”

Tango was most certainly not alright. Everything hurt. His eyes felt heavy. Please, just let him sleep a little longer…

“Oh man, don’t go to sleep now. Not when you’re hurt like that. Geezus, can you even hear me?”

Yeah. He could hear that voice, but he wished he didn’t. He wished he could go back to the sweet, oblivious darkness. However, whatever that thing was poking at his shoulder wasn’t making it easy. 

Tango rolled slightly, hoping to knock whatever it was off of himself. That slight motion sent dull aches rolling throughout his back and legs in waves. He groaned and braced himself against the pain, all his muscles tensing against the awful feeling. 

“Alright. Good. You’re waking up. You’re pretty hurt, but maybe you can move. Can you move, huh?”

Could Tango move? He tried opening his eyes first. Just cracking open the lids felt like an uphill battle. The world outside looked blurry. At first, he was afraid maybe the blast had gotten something in his eyes and blinded him, but to his relief, the smear of colors began to slowly sharpen back into focus. 

He was lying at the bottom of a valley out in the open. There weren’t any trees for miles. Just rocky outcrops and grassy patches. From this position, he could make out the scar in the Earth leading from where he lay to the crater halfway up the mountain. 

“I’m fine.” The dragon’s voice sounded shaky to his own ears. He flexed one arm to reach out with a claw and winched as the motion sent shocks of pain up his shoulder. Gold ichor dripped down into torn-up soil beneath him. 

“No, you’re not. You are most definitely not fine.”

Where was that voice coming from? Tango looked back and forth, careful not to pull on the open wounds on his side. Turns out, he had a lot. 

“Look, I’ll admit I don’t know much about dragons, but I don’t think anything with wings is supposed to come crashing down a mountain so violently.”

Tango’s red eyes snapped to the place over his shoulder where the voice was coming from. To his surprise, the only thing that was there was a small yellow bird. It sat on the place where his arm met the shoulder. The yellow feathers along its back and head were puffed up and its wings splayed out in distress as it hopped around a gap in Tango’s scales large enough for the little bird to fit into. The gold blood around its feet streaked down Tango’s side. “Hey, shoo! Shoo!” Tango snorted, sending a breath of hot air at the little bird to scare it off. He didn’t want it getting too close to the open wound and making it worse.

“Rude!” the bird squawked.

Tango nearly jumped out of his scales in surprise when the bird spoke, which he instantly regretted when all the bruised and sore muscles screamed in protest. Some of the charred scales on his back even fell away, looking more like withered black petals than the lustrous armor they had once been. “You can talk!?”

“Of course I can talk,” the bird snapped, hopping further up Tango’s shoulder. “Just like I can see, and even a blind man could see that you’re in a bad spot here. What happened?”

The bird was talking. The bird was talking and he wanted to know how a dragon had gotten itself hurt. Tango answered, too baffled to do much else. “I was going through the crevice, and then something exploded behind me.” The dragon’s eyes went back up to the gouge in the mountain where he had been standing not long ago. “There was no avoiding it.”

“Right, well, you definitely crashed into my nest.” The bird’s feathers began to smooth themselves. It spread its wings further before beating them down in unison, flying up to Tango’s horn in a flutter of bright yellow.

“I’m sorry,” Tango said almost instantly, fighting the urge to shake his head. The bird didn’t weigh much, but it made his head feel ever-so-slightly off balance. 

“It’s alright. You have bigger things to worry about, like that human village on the other side of the valley.” With a crick in his neck, Tango turned to where the bird was pointing with a wingtip. Sure enough, he could make out a few rooftops poking up out of a spruce-covered edge of the mountain lining the opposite side of the valley. Now, mountain ranges have a tendency to make things seem closer than they actually are. That village was probably half a few hour’s flight from where he lay at the bottom of the valley. Maybe a few day’s travel if he were to go by foot, but there wasn’t much cover down here. Someone had probably seen him by now. And if they hadn’t seen him, they would have heard the explosion.

One of the people from that village had probably set up the trap.

“Oh, man. Not good. How long was I out for?”

“Maybe half an hour, but about five minutes ago I saw someone climbing down that cliff. A human. If I remember correctly, humans and dragons don’t really mix.”

Tango sighed. “No. No they don’t.” He had to move. He didn’t want to, but it was better than waiting and risking the alternative. So he dug his claws into the ground and heaved. The bird fluttered with the motion but managed to hang on to his horn. The burn on his back flared up like a bonfire. The gouges in his scales left shallow glittering pools of his blood along the ground. And when he finally managed to right himself, he finally became aware of a dull throbbing sensation along the arm of his wings. 

He attempted to spread his wings. The motion sent pins and needles running down the muscles of his shoulder and wing fingers. It was so sharp that Tango had to immediately pull them back to rest against his back. 

“Oh, mate…” The bird ran one of its own wings along Tango’s head comfortingly.

“It’s Tango,” the dragon huffed, trying to keep his nervousness from leaking into his voice. When he looked over his shoulder, he realized that he wouldn’t be flying for a long while.

The forearms were misshapen, bent at wrong angles where they had been broken in different places. It was harder to tell with the wing fingers, but by the throbbing coming from at least two of them, it was likely there were a few bones broken there as well. The membrane stretched between each finger was ragged, ripped, and bleeding. 

“I can’t fly. I can’t fly!” Despite the soreness, Tango nervously shuffled his feet. He looked all around as if expecting angry humans to start appearing all around him. “How am I going to get back home?”

“You live far from here?”

“On the other side of that mountain.” Tango tilted his head back the way he had fallen for the bird to see. That explosion was uncomfortably close to the mouth of his cave. His thoughts went to his own hoard of red dust and hoppers and dispensers. The ice-cold cavern felt good against his warm scales. A cozy dip in the stone worn smooth from centuries of him curling up to sleep. It would take days to get back there on foot. 

“Well, I know a place you can go to stay until you get yourself healed up, Tango.”

“You do?”

It hopped down onto Tango’s nose and pointed with one wing towards a grassy shelf reaching out from the east side of the mountain. “Yeah! There’s an abandoned building large enough for you to fit inside nestled between those rocks over there. Trust me, nobody goes there anymore. It should be fine until your wings can heal up a little.”

Tango nearly went cross-eyed trying to meet the bird’s gaze. “How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve been there before,” the bird trilled. “Now come on. You gotta get a move on before that human comes back.”

It had a point.

It was a bird. A talking bird, but still just a bird. He had no reason to believe it would be leading him into another trap.

“Okay, okay, I’m going. You’re right.” Tango stopped his nervous shuffling and started off in that direction. 

The bird looked pleased with itself as it waddled its way back up the bridge of Tango’s nose to its previous perch on his horn. It wrapped its toes around the ridges and settled down, looking content to ride along. Finally, Tango’s brain stopped to wonder why.  “Why are you here,” he asked as he plodded along.

“I told you, you crashed through my nest. I was already here.”

“Right. You did say that. Sorry about that again. But I’m still confuzzled. Why aren’t you mad? Why are you so worried about helping me?”

“I guess I sympathize,” the bird twittered. “Between the broken wings and that nasty fall… I couldn’t just fly away. You know?”

“I appreciate that.” Tango nodded slowly so as to not startle the bird. “Do I also take that to mean you’ve broken a wing before, uh-”

“Jimmy,” it offered quickly. “The name’s Jim. Heh, and yeah. Something like that.”

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The abandoned building Jimmy had mentioned turned out to be an old farmhouse and a barn. It looked like nobody had been there in years. The grassy shelf it stood on was lined with a collapsing fence that circled the overgrown field. The wood barn was greyed with age but had been built sturdily. It didn’t so much as groan when Tango bumped against the massive doorway with his tail. 

It smelled musty. The soft hay lining the ground had been there for years and was half rotten, but it was dry. When Tango settled down at the back of the structure, he found it oddly comfortable. 

As soon as he laid back down, Jimmy leaped from his place on Tango’s horn. His yellow wings caught the air and carried him to the post marking the corner of a nearby stall. “Now what did I tell you? This ranch is perfect for you to hide in.”

“It is really nice,” Tango rumbled, taking in his surroundings. “If I stay here for a while and get my hands on some iron and oak, I could really make something out of this place.”

“You know how to build?” Jimmy sounded shocked at that.

“A little,” Tango admitted, suddenly feeling a little sheepish. “You pick up a thing or two over the centuries.”

 “I didn’t know dragons did that sort of thing. Is that something that the rest of your kind do?”

“Oh, not really. Not that I know, at least. But I find it fun. There’s something really nice about making things that others will enjoy.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, like a library.” Tango’s thoughts turned to old memories made fond from nostalgia. If he closed his eyes, he could see rows and rows of books stacked under a dome of glittering stars. “I made one once, a long time ago. Back when I lived far from here. It was supposed to be a massive collection of everything. There were glittering lights and sweeping archways, and massive wings that seemed to lead from one side of the world to the other. When I was done building it, I moved on and people moved in. Humans mostly, but I remember seeing them from a distance. They had such big smiles on their faces when they first stepped through the doors. It was nice.”

“It sounds like it. Did those people know who made it?”

Tango shook his head. “There’s no way they would believe a fire-breathing beast built up a place for books. I don’t need the credit anyway. They’d probably just come after me.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” Jimmy readjusted his wings and narrowed his bright little eyes as he thought about what Tango had just said. “At least you sound proud of it. I’m no builder. I’m trying my best to get better at making things look nice, but I’ve still got a long way to go.”

“What about your nest?”

Jimmy’s head twitched back up. He tilted his beak to one side as he looked at Tango questioningly. “What about my nest?”

“You’ll have to rebuild it, won’t you? That’s a good place to start.”

The feathers on Jimmy’s head puffed up. “I suppose it is. Ey, would it be alright if I set it up here?”

“At this ranch?”

“In this barn! With you. I could keep you company, and help you find materials. I can try to help you build too, but no promises that what I make will turn out nice. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from you.” The words spilled out of his beak quickly as the little bird got caught up in his own excitement. He flitted from one stall to the other as if he couldn’t sit still. “If that’s okay with you, that is,” he says a little more nervously as he glides past Tango’s nose.  

Tango chuckled. “Sure. You can show me what you’ve got. Maybe there are some tips and tricks I can teach you.” He said that, but he wasn’t sure how that would work. Jimmy was a bird. Tango was a dragon. How a bird built with wings and a beak and claw-tipped feet would be vastly to what a dragon could do with claws and fangs and a tail. But Tango could appreciate the company. It had been a while since he had someone to talk to. 

Well… someone who didn’t want to stick a sword in his side, at least. 

“But are you sure,” Tango asked, starting to fiddle with a strand of hay caught under one of his scales. He didn’t want the bird to stay here out of pity or guilt. “You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. I’m sure a bird like you has a whole flock of friends waiting for you somewhere.”

“No way!” Now Jimmy shook his head. Despite everything Tango had ever thought he knew about beaks, it almost looked like Jimmy was smiling up at him. “It’s not every day someone like me gets to know a dragon like you.”

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Life on the ranch was peaceful. Idyllic, even.

It was the first time in a long time that Tango had been out in the open so much. Jimmy had been right, humans didn’t really come near here. That meant Tango had free reign to explore the stretches of tall grass and the gravelly side of the mountain behind them. 

Jimmy often came with him on these long walks. The odd pair often found themselves talking about what they could do to fix the place up. And those conversations often spiraled into stories from their past. 

“No way.”

“Yes, way.”

“No way. There’s just no way a little bird like you survived getting hit with an arrow.”

“I did so! I am perfectly capable of handling myself, thank you very much.”

“Sure you are,” Tango snorted hot air, suppressing a chuckle at the indignant way the little bird turned up its beak at him. 

“I am. Those feathers didn’t grow back along my side for a week. It nearly messed up my ability to fly.”

“Well by the sound of it you weren’t the best at that either…”

“You take that back!”

Tango let himself laugh at that one.

Despite the odd start, the dragon found himself growing fond of the yellow bird. Jimmy was bright and cheery and took himself a little too seriously. He was also brash, forgetful, and had the worst luck Tango had ever seen. 

It wasn’t just you’re typical bird hijinks, though Jimmy was guilty of that too. It wasn’t just his odd need to bob in place, peck at something incessantly, or even pull at Tango’s smaller horns like they were some sort of toy. It was like he was accident-prone. 

The first time Jimmy had accidentally flown into the broken window into the side of the barn, Tango had chalked it up to bird eyes. He couldn’t blame Jimmy for not being physically capable of seeing glass. But then Jimmy had done it again. And then Jimmy had jumped off one of the stall posts and forgot he could fly. And then Jimmy got his foot caught under one of Tango’s scales. And then he hit the window again…

After about a week of rest and recuperation, Tango decided the main reason was that it was just Jimmy being Jimmy. Who was he to judge? It wasn’t like he was some sort of bird expert. 

It was Jimmy who first came up with the idea of making this place into a real ranch again. There were other animals that called the mountain home. Sturdy goats traversed the most sheer cliff faces. Mountain cattle with long horns plodded along the scrubby terrain. They could be raised for beef, milk, and mutton. Tango thought it was a great idea. He was already having difficulty hunting them on foot. Keeping plenty in a pen sounded much easier.

So they set out.

Jimmy went ahead and got a bird’s eye view, then returned to Tango’s horn to point the dragon in the right direction. He circled around the goats and cows. The animals already feared the growl of a dragon, so it was easy for Tango to spook them in the direction of their fields. Then Jimmy would step in, alighting from his perch to circle around goats and cows they had managed to get running in the right direction. They worked well together, running and flying along the herd, driving it down the mountain to the gate waiting open on the shelf.

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The ranch was beautiful. 

Jimmy felt he was learning more every day he spent with Tango. The dragon was such a good builder! It made Jimmy’s jaw drop to see what he was capable of. The farmhouse now had an entire tower built up along the back, and a newly minted storage system lining what used to be a living room. 

And the dragon was so nice. Jimmy hadn’t wanted to do much building once he saw what Tango was capable of, but Tango insisted Jimmy work alongside him. He was grateful for the dragon’s coaching. As small as he was, it was difficult for him to lift some of the timber boards with his two wings, but Tango would be there to help him with the heavy lifting as soon as the dragon saw him trying. He talked Jimmy through the harder points, and explained why he thought different types of stone were good for decorative purposes and how you could follow certain patterns to create depth when layering wooden planks. 

Jimmy felt like he was actually learning something from Tango.

But there were also times when Jimmy had to wonder if Tango did things because he was a dragon, or because he was Tango.

He seemed to have a tendency to get caught up in big projects. That shouldn’t have surprised Jimmy, considering all the stories Tango had told of the buildings he had made, the inventions that had taken years to put together. He was patient. But Jimmy was surprised to learn that when Tango threw himself into a project, it engulfed him. 

“Tango, are you sure we need this?”

“Of course! With a new shed, we can start housing more tools and milk buckets.”

“We don’t have any milk buckets.”

“We will once I make some.”

“But Tango, I can’t milk a cow. Can you even milk a cow?”

The wings on Tango’s shoulders shifted. His version of a shrug. They were healing nicely after two weeks of being grounded. The homemade splints lining the bones up were holding strong but looked a little dingy from all the wear. “We’ll figure it out as we go.” 

And with that, Tango had walked off. Sometimes, it seemed to Jimmy like Tango couldn’t even hear him when he got like that. 

But when he finished work for the day and trudged back to his bed of hey in the barn, it was back to being all laughs and jokes.  They bounced wild ideas back and forth off of each other, turning the silliest things into something impressive in their own mind.

“That’s it,” Jimmy said, puffing up his chest feathers. “We’re going down to the valley tomorrow to find you some iron.”

“For a monument?” Tango sputtered, laughing so hard his tail was sweeping back and forth. “I love it. It’s so ridiculous, and such a waste of iron.”

“We can afford it,” Jimmy insisted. “And we’ve got the time to work on it. It’ll be fun. I’ll dig it up, and you’ll carry it.”

“How, pray tell, are you going to dig up iron, Jimmy?”

Tango’s red eyes went down to Jimmy’s clawed feet still wrapped around the wooden post. Jimmy nearly shrunk into his own feathers as he realized he might have gotten ahead of himself. “Ah, well, I will help dig up the iron.”

His friend chuckled. “That sounds about right.”

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The ranch was under attack. 

Tango threw his side into the barn doors, keeping as far away as possible from the flames licking at the corners of the building. The boards buckled under his weight, but didn’t budge. The human’s outside must have blocked it.

They must have been spotted when they went on that mining trip in the valley. That was the only explanation he could think of. He should have known better. His gold scales would have stuck out like a sore thumb to anyone passing by amongst all that green and grey.

Jimmy flew in through the broken window and landed on his horn. “Come on, Tango,” he shouted. “You can do it! They’re right outside. If you can just get out of here-”

“I’m trying,” Tango hissed as he threw himself at the door once more. The freshly lacquered wood started to splinter and crack. He could hear shouts outside of the men with their pitchforks and torches at the ready. 

“You should fly, Jimmy. It’s me they’re after.”

“No way. You can’t fly yet. I’m not leaving you.”

“I’ve got my fire and my claws.”

“And you’ve got me!!”

With that, Jimmy shot like a yellow bullet out the window once more. Tango didn’t like the way the little bird had said that. It put a bad feeling in his gut. Once more, he threw himself against the door. Gaps appeared between the warped wood as it split further apart. He could see his attackers through them. Some tried poking iron swords and spears into the gaps, hoping to catch his side with their points.

He couldn’t throw himself against the door like that anymore with those blades poking out. So he switched tactics. He leaned back onto his tail and kicked out, careful to hit his heels against the parts of the door that didn’t have sharp objects pointed at him. 

Suddenly, some of the weapons fell away. They clattered to the ground on the other side of the door as shouts of anger turned into shouts of surprise. 

When Tango peaked through one of the gaps, he saw a little yellow blur dive-bombing some of the men’s heads.

“Jimmy!!”

“If you want to get at him, you’ll have to go through me first,” the little bird was crying.

Tango had had enough. Now that there were no swords in his way, nothing stopped him from flinging himself against the door one last time. The ruined hinges finally gave out, and the massive doors fell outward. There were screams as they landed on some of the humans outside. Tango could feel the uneven lay of the wood and the people underneath through his claws.

As soon as he was out, Jimmy returned to his horn. “We have to get to high ground!”

“I can’t climb the cliffs! They’re too steep!”

“The tower!”

The tower.

The humans were already starting to regain their footing as Tango made a break for the tower looming over the rest of the ranch. The one he had added to the old farmhouse. 

The humans were in hot pursuit when they reached the base. 

With a great leap, Tango launched himself up. His claws snagged on the uneven wooden planks as he hauled himself up.

“They’re gaining on us Tango!”

“I know! I know!”

Fiery arrows flashed through the night sky and buried themselves in the side of the farmhouse. The whole ranch would burn at this point. But the humans wouldn’t be able to get to them through the flames. If the structure could hold out until they left, Tango could hold off against the fire. Jimmy could always fly away to avoid the worst of the heat. 

Tango hauled himself to the top, sides heaving from the effort. He almost didn’t notice Jimmy fly from his horn. 

“They’re still here, Tango,” the bird twittered. “They’re circling the bottom. They’re burning the ranch. And our goats! They’ve taken the goats.”

Tango’s eyes followed the path of glowing arrows streaking through the night sky as he caught his breath. His lungs were burning from the effort of all that climbing. “Jimmy, get back down,” he managed after finally finding his words. “It’s dangerous along the edge.”

“But someone has to keep an eye on-”

The arrow hit Jimmy in the wing.

There was a burst of yellow feathers. Broken primaries and secondaries caught the rush of warm air coming from the blaze below like a puff of smoke, and then Jimmy fell from sight.

“JIMMY!”

Tango crawled to the edge of the tower wall just to watch the little bird drop into the patch of fire eating at the roof below. He didn’t even notice the arrows streaking past him as he dared poke his head over the side. He watched the little bird until Jimmy disappeared in the bright flicker of yellow and orange.

And then the yellow and orange faded as Tango saw red.

He dug his claws into the wood as he leaned out over the ledge of the tower. A massive roar built from the bottom of his belly and echoed out over the valley with all the ferociousness of a dragon out for blood. With it came a column of fire that lit the night and caught a forest on fire the next mountain over. 

Tango ignored the arrow that buried itself in his arm as he leaped down from the tower with claws outstretched. He was breathing so hard that he was wheezing. The fire in his belly burned bright when he opened his mouth. Fangs and claws glinted red from the light of the midnight fires as he lunged forward with more single-minded focus than he had ever had for a given project.

He was going to make them pay.

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“Tango…. Tango!”

He was breathing so hard that his chest hurt. Or was that another arrow? No, he couldn’t feel that yet. The adrenaline had yet to wear off. But the red was fading.

“Tango, stop! It’s over.”

It was over. Tango stood with claws dripping in blood. Red from the humans. Gold from his own wounds. There were charred lumps scattered across the front yard, no longer screaming from the burns. 

So much for avoiding humans.

Tango was vaguely aware of something pulling on his horn. When he rolled his eyes back, his stomach dropped at the sight of a familiar yellow bird.

“Jimmy,” he breathed. Red-hot tears of anger, relief, and confusion welled up in the corner of his eyes. That couldn’t be possible. Even if the arrow hadn’t killed Jimmy, the fall or the fire would have. “That’s not… I didn’t… How… How? You were dead.”

“I’m fine, Tango. See. I’m right here. You can stop now. I’m ok.”

“I don’t understand…”

“I’m a phoenix, ok?!”

Tango reached up, and Jimmy let go of his horn. The little yellow bird hopped onto the dragon’s wrist so Tango could hold him out and they could look each other in the eye. Jimmy looked flustered and a little scared. Scared of Tango, or scared of what he was about to say? It drove a stake of guilt through Tango’s own heart. He looked around the charred bodies littered around the yard, but not with shame. He wasn’t ashamed of his anger and what it had wrought. But he felt bad that he might have scared Jimmy.

“So… when you fell…?”

“I died,” Jimmy said shakily. “Wasn’t pleasant, I’ll tell you, but I came back. I always come back.”

Funnily enough, Tango believed him. So many of Jimmy’s stories involved such horrible mishaps, and on one or two occasions the little bird had hit the barn window so hard Tango had been surprised that he had been able to just shake it off.

It was strange to think about, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing Tango had ever heard of.

“I always thought Phoenix's were supposed to be big and fancy,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “You know…” He wiggled the fingers of his free hand as if that could help illustrate his point.

“I’m big,” Jimmy huffed indignantly. “And look at these feathers. They’re gorgeous!”

That got a real laugh out of Tango. “Sure thing, buddy.”

Jimmy ruffled his feathers and pouted, but didn’t try to argue any further. Instead, his bright black eyes turned to the charred remains of the farm house smoldering behind them.

“The ranch is gone, though. They’ve gone and burned it to the ground.”

“Well then,” Tango said, raising his hand back above his head. Jimmy hopped off so he could sit on his usual perch on Tango’s horn. The dragon began plodding towards the smoking remains of the barn with a smile on his face. “I suppose we’ll just have to rebuild.”

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

Okay so since Reborn!Zero is in my little mind again I might talk about the idea that a lot of people made up some insane stories and urban legends about him.

While Crimson Wanderer is one of the names that he was given by the population, the other Winged Beast because of how he runs on fours and at a distance he looks like a lion. A dangerous monster that appears in ruins, slaying reaverbots with his sword or bare hands, always surrounded by spirits as he bathes in their oil. Listen Zero is iconic for his hair however it’s kinda a mess, but Zero tries to get it under control but man he misses showers so bad. Like it’s a bitch to get that mainted, when folks see it they think it’s a fucking Lion or something.

No one really got the chance to get close to it as most Diggers would faint or run away from him. If the Diggers ever faint in front of him he’ll just pick them up then carry them back to the entrance of the ruins before leaving.

For a time many believed he was a dangerous beast, however over time they realized that he was more of a protector than a threat. Especially that he saves Diggers from danger, despite how distant and aloof that he appears to be. However combined with the legends and myths around Spirits with their unpredictable nature. They were to constantly follow him, even aided by them in his battles. So many began to believe that he is either an Avatar of the spirits. Especially at nights when people see a flying bat winged figure with golden mane in the sky surrounded by many glowing lights, creating the belief that he is faring them to the afterlife.

Aka People think that he’s the Grim fucking reaper or basically mothman

He becomes respected to the point that on certain islands tend give out offerings as a form of thanking him for his services. Since it’s pretty hard to catch him or see him in a casual manner. Since again no one really caught a proper glimpse of him or he’s just most of the time covered in his cloak.

Zero absolutely took some of the offerings because of some of the stuff or at good shit. But another thing is that he actually notices folks trying to catch pictures of him when he pulls up on that cryptid shit. The cyber elves get on it too, taking the offerings or spooking some of the nosy folks who want to catch him for other shit.

Plus thanks to his social skills that are the equivalent of a brick, he can’t really have a casual conversation without getting people freaked out. Like listen Zero tries with Ciel’s encouragement but he doesn’t really find it as useful since again there’s absolutely no one in his time that he can converse except for her and the cyber elves (and his eventual adopted daughter).

This led into the rise of really cursed images of Zero moving around with his glowing friends. Like really cursed photos of him, like those cryptid photos that you see on the internet. Like there would be memes of him and wild tales about him.

Zero believes that this is both annoyed and amused that people thought he was some sort of deity/cryptid. If X and Axl saw Photos and heard the absolute batshit crazy stories of him from the people of Terra they would lose their absolute SHIT. They are never letting this down on to him

[itsdeniini]

katseye's first single will be coming out on the 28th & I wondered about the concept & how well it will do especially in the US

ABOUT HYBE'S NEW GLOBAL GG KATSEYE: CONCEPT AND SUCCESS IN THE US! - a tarot reading 𓆩♡𓆪

CONCEPT ! ˆ𐃷ˆ

the chariot, 3 of pentacles, the star

The sound of their first single and EP will be a mix of 2YK and girl crush pop, plus some R&B influence. The girls have different charms, but they are blending together quite well, supporting each other in their career beginnings. I feel like their concept will give off early 2000's badass girl group vibes, similar to Destiny's Child and TLC. They will be heavily influenced by this style, and as time goes on, it will be more and more implemented in their group notions. The lyrics will focus on empowerment, independence, and self-confidence, something like, "We know who we are, and we don't need anybody else to say that for us!" There will be a lot of smooth vocal lines and groovy beats, with the producers wanting to add a layer of sophistication to their sounding so their tracks will sound distinct. I don't think they will try to give "edgy vibes,"  more like something vibrant and nostalgic. Either way, all the girls are charismatic and talented enough to slay any concept they will be given, because I can tell they will switch a lot of them with the purpose of identifying the breakout one. The promotional material and their dance style will scream the word dynamic, like they will not sit in one place for a single second, making us MOVE! Urban dance or street style? Yeah, they'll go in this direction.

SUCCESS IN THE US MARKET ! ˆ𐃷ˆ

the tower, 7 of cups, the wheel of fortune

Regarding their success at the moment, it's hard to say, but let's not forget they are under HYBE's wing, and they know how to make a hit. But still, I think the general public is not tuned in enough at the moment; their marketing is still too weak. It will be a hit or miss, and the cards are more inclined toward the second option. It's not like the single or EP will be bad; no, it's just that they're not getting the proper promotion. If they performed constantly during their pre-debut days, they would gather more fans and attention, but that turned out to be a missed opportunity. I feel like the girls are still motivated and have this sparkle in their eyes to prove themselves worthy as artists. And it is not excluded that this may be the decisive factor in their success. Plus, as their debut approaches, they will get beneficial chances for exposure, like that Netflix documentary that is on the way, and more to come.

I wish those girls all the best 🩷💋 c: ! They have their strong points, and I'm sure they will improve a lot in the future! If HYBE won't fail them, then they have a bright future ahead. Fighting, KATSEYE and EYEKONS ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

[marthawrites]

It's that time again 😁 Here's what I read during May! Thoughts below the cut!

Lone Women: This book was so refreshingly different! Wow! Set in 1915, the story follows our main character, Adelaide Henry, as she moves to Montana to try to make a fresh start (all by herself) on a homestead. She has a trunk with her the whole time and that's where the horror is. This story has monstrous humans, a haunting past, and a brighter future ahead. Historical fiction, women fiction, horror, this story was super interesting and had me hooked throughout!

1984: This is another "classic" book that I never read during middle or high school. It's been on my TBR list forever!! So glad I finally made the time for it. It was extremely creepy, unsettling, and horrific. The end had me both screaming with rage and laying in the rain crying. AGH. It's so hard to believe this was wrote in 1949! It hits a little too close to home on multiple occasions and... wow. Just, holy shit. Incredibly disturbing

Make A Scene: I keep an eye on the audible daily deals and bought this one for $1. It was a cute and entertaining read! It wasn't anything deep, or crazy, or thought provoking haha, but it was entertaining and sometimes I just love those kinds of stories so much!

The Serpent and the Wings of Night: Book one of the "Crown of Nyaxia" series. A mouthful of a title, I know! But dudes hooooly shit!!! I am OBSESSED with this book! I loved it so so so much and have NO idea why it doesn't get talked about as much as other books. I love the lore. It has brutal vampires, badass women, terrifying Goddess' (Nyaxia? Helloooo she's so scary and awesome!), and an epic story of all of them combined. HIGHLY recommend! Oraya is such a great character with layers of complexity, and Raihn is AHHH, I love him

The Ashes and the Star-Cursed King: This is the second part of the "Crown of Nyaxia". I loved it as much as the first! Book 3 when!?! I can't flippin wait to read more!

Slaying the Vampire Conqueror: This is a standalone book in the Crown of Nyaxia universe. With how much I loved the other two I knew I'd like this one also. I ate it up just as quickly! Again, there's brutal vampires, badass women, and you learn more lore about different parts of the world, Goddess', and characters. I'm invested in this world and will be reading any and everything the author puts out for it!!

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Overall it was a great month of books and I recommend all of these!!

I've officially read 24 books so far this year and for me that's AWESOME. Loving it!

[winx-trash]

I'm bored and I can't fall asleep so I'm going to do one of those best/worst things that people do. Remember that it's all just my personal taste and if you disagree that's absolutely fine. This is a long post.

The best and the worst out of each transformation

Magic Winx

Honestly this one is good on everyone but my fave will always be Tecna. Her Magic Winx design is so unique and her wings transform into a paper plane when she flies. Top notch.

There isn't a single bad design in here and I can't even say which one I like the least so I'm going to skip it.

2. Enchantix

This one is hard because I love all of Enchantix designs. I'm going to split this one between Aisha and Flora cuz they're dead gorgeous.

The Enchantix I like the least would probably be Tecna's. But considering how good Enchantix is in general it's not that bad.

3. Believix

Tecna slays. Just look at her. Her Believix form is just so cool. A massive upgrade from her Enchantix form. That bob cut just suits her so well...

I hate to say it but I really don't like Musa's Believix form. It's so out there. I know they have this whole thing about superheroes but did she really need to wear underpants on top of her leggings?

4. Harmonix

Musa's Harmonix is easily the best one. It looks good and I love it.

As for the worst... Bloom. I just don't like it.

5. Sirenix

I don't like Sirenix in general but Aisha's Sirenix is pretty good. Aisha doesn't really have bad transformations to begin with.

And the worst is Tecna. It's just bad.

6. Bloomix

Now this is my favorite! Bloomix is like the best transformation we've gotten since Enchantix in terms of looks.

I will split this one between Bloom and Musa because I can't choose. Bloom's Bloomix form is very good. That hair color on her looks fantastic and the outfit itself is so well put together that I wish we could have kept Bloomix for the rest of the series. Musa is another favorite of mine. Shame that this transformation had to be replaced by Butterflix.

Stella's Bloomix doesn't actually look that bad I just think her hairdo ruins the whole look.

7. Mythix

Mythix isn't so bad of a transformation. But it looks really bad in 3D so I'm judging its 2D version.

Bloom's Mythix looks really fun so yeah.

I don't like Flora's Mythix for the same reason I don't like S5 formal dresses. Too many flowers. It looks too busy.

8. Butterflix

Butterflix can go die in a fire yada yada but... Musa pretty... (Stella's Butterflix is very nice too actually)

And the worst out of the worst is... Tecna's! It doesn't look too bad in a vacuum but it signifies the problem I've had with Tecna's character writing past S4. That's not Tecna. Tecna past S4 is just Bloom but tech-savvy. And the way her Butterflix looks is a constant reminder of that.

9. Tynix

I like Musa's Tynix. It's cool. Other than that I don't have much to say about this transformation.

And I hate to do this to my girl Tecna, but I like her Tynix the least.

10. Dreamix

Tecna eats. Plain and simple. That haircut never lies. Also, I love how Tecna's transformations are either the best or the worst on my list.

And I very much dislike Bloom's Dreamix look. Dunno, I just don't like it.

11. Onyrix

About time Stella shows up on my list. From how underwhelming this transformation is Stella's look was a pleasant surprise. Love that blue on her.

And again. Bloom's Onyrix is the worst. Goodness gracious this shade of pink is abhorrent on her.

12. Cosmix

Cosmix is nice. I do like it a lot actually. There isn't a single Cosmix design that I hate. But I do love Stella's Cosmix form.

I don't hate Flora's Cosmix but I like it the least.

I will not cover S8's updated designs for previous transformations. Not a fan of them. I also didn't mention either Lovix or Sofix so I'll just drop my faves.

Congrats if you made it this far!

[sugar-glaze-donut]

Okay- So- I am having a rant idea of an Aruji-sama here.

So my idea here is a (Bayonetta Origins- type) of Aruji-sama (Yeah- the butlers got a badass XD)

So she has a similar timid person but that's what the butlers know that, but when she practices her witchcraft in secret, her persona becomes a whole different one like in (Bayonetta 1) :3

And bruh- the minute she fights the angels in a while another level- XD wish them luck-

Main Persona Aruji-sama: Umm- well that can be helpful.

Switched Persona Aruji-sama: Don't I suppose that I'm even welcomed here. But love when its hard to get.

I'm not quite sure about Bayonetta... but it gives me an impression of pure badass-ness! LETS GO BADASS MC SUPREMACY

(Also I’m REALLY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I had no idea what Bayonetta was so I had to research a LOT about it 😭)

~ 🐔 ~ 🥀 ~ 🗡️ ~

From your ask, it seems like original Aruji-sama and Bayonetta Aruji-sama have different personalities Aruji-sama talking/ interacting with butlers and Muu: timid, polite, shy, etc... Aruji-sama is fighting angels: ABSOLUTE GIRLBOSS, BADASS SLAY QUEEN, STEP ON M- (ok I think that's too much, sorry 😞)

Anyways... when Aruji-sama is fighting with Chicken Wings Angels in front of the butlers, they act vulnerable and scared to fight. But when it's Bayonetta!Aruji-sama it's a different story! Since Bayonetta uses a gun (and several other weapons) it'll be a wild ride those overgrown chickens >:)

~ 🐔 ~ 🥀 ~ 🗡️ ~

Angel: *exists*

Aruji-sama: *draws gun* I'm a "normal" person but-

Butlers: WHAT IS THAT-

~ 🐔 ~ 🥀 ~ 🗡️ ~

Aruji-sama: *exists*

Angels: Why do I hear boss music?

~ 🍗 ~ 🪦 ~ 🏹 ~

...I think fighting angels would be way easier :) But that will make you more of a target to the angels, especially the high angels like Seraphim. That won't stop you from absolutely roasting him though mmm... smells like chicken nuggets

Also Bayonetta's personality is to not take things seriously (?) A very reckless Aruji-sama is sure to give the butlers the fright of their life

~ 🍗 ~ 🪦 ~ 🏹 ~

Seraphim: *talks shit about the devil butlers*

Aruji-sama: I'm not the type to get mad but... *equips Durga*

Bastien: Is it just me, or do I smell fried chicken?

⚠️Spoilers for Episode 3⚠️ Villa butlers: *running away from Thrones (lmao idk I thought it was Slone 😭)*

Aruji-sama: *yelling* Bye bye angel Pookie 😘 hope you get roasted in hell soon <3

Thrones: (doesn't understand it but gets provoked) ...YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!

~ ✡️ ~ 🔮 ~ 💫 ~

And since they can do witchcraft, they could be great friends with the witch girl from the village!

Aruji-sama 🤝Witch girl

Also based on some research I did, Bayonetta has magic that can let her have direct contact with demons (I hope I'm right 🫠) This means Aruji-sama can summon demons to help fight the angels.

~ ✡️ ~ 🔮 ~ 💫 ~

(I'm really sorry this is short 😭. I hope I was able to get some of the Bayonetta lore right...)

Last Edited - September 6th

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 3

They’ve gotten quite accustomed to the fact that you always have your nose in a book.

Sitting in the Talon with Clark and his friends, you flip another page as they converse back and forth.

“Are you kidding me, Jaws was awesome!” Pete argues. 

“Come on, I mean I was gullible enough as a child, but sharks aren’t as man eating as the stories portray. They just assume that we’re seals.” Chloe inputs. 

“I’ll remember that the next time I hear about a shark attack.” Pete snarks. Lana and Clark are laughing. Lex is smiling. 

They’ve been comparing movies for a while now. 

“What about you (Y/N), what’s your favorite movie?” 

“Beauty and the Beast.” You reply before you even realize. 

For a moment your eyes are still running over sentences, that’s until you process the quiet. Looking up, all eyes are trained on you. Clark looks a bit surprised and Lana as well as Chloe look about ready to gush. Your cheeks flush. 

“I-I mean Die Hard. I-I just love all those explosions.” You cover, you know they don’t believe a word, you just dive back into your book in hopes that the topic will change. 

Another hour or so of movie references and recommendations and the group is dispersing. Clark has offered to give you a ride back which you accept happily. Jumping into the truck, you buckle up as Clark pulls out down the street. 

“So Beauty and the Beast huh?” 

“I-I was just joking! I’m hardcore n-not some princess! I slay monsters!!” 

You’re trying really hard to defend it, but Clark suddenly becomes aware of some of your more delicate traits. Like the fact that your laptop has a pretty little floral casing, or some of your clothes are an assortment of pink or purple. 

Maybe it’s the creative jewelry that you tend to wear. You do have a tough exterior for obvious reasons, but there are more feminine sides that you apparently don’t want others to see. It might have something to do with the fact that you grew up with two brothers. It might just be ingrained into you. 

He knows one thing, he’d like to get closer, learn more. 

“I was gonna set up my projector in the loft, do you want to come over to watch a movie?” 

“I guess it depends on the movie.” You mutter. 

He smiles to himself. 

“I’ll make sure to get something that you like.” 

You hum, still a bit skeptical, but you agree. 

“Alright then, make sure you have popcorn, and gummy bears.” 

“I’ll be sure to grab some.” 

You look very content and he makes a mental note not to forget anything. 

After you’ve returned to your place and secured your books and computer, you relax. Sam and Dean haven’t called with any tragic news, so you can guess that everything is going smoothly. 

Moving to the kitchen, you intend to make yourself a snack, but the familiar flapping of wings catches your attention. You peek into the living room, not very surprised. Gabriel is seated on your couch with a bag of gummies in his lap and your remote in his hand. He leans back when he spots you. 

“Hey squirt.” 

You giggle, racing over and dropping on the couch next to him. 

“Gabriel I missed you!” You hug him and he laughs, ruffling your hair. 

“Me too, Castiel was a pain in the ass. He says I need to stop messing with the two stooges.” You playfully hit his arm. 

“Hey, give them some slack.” 

“Fine, fine.”

You both relax on the couch. 

“So what have you been up to, bubble gum? Bust any monsters lately?” 

“Nope, but I did find an alien?” 

“An alien, nice. Korugarians, Coluans, Cathexis or Kryptonian?” 

“Hmm, actually I’m not sure. I never even asked. I’ll be sure to do that next time.” 

There has been frequent mention of Kryptonite, so it’s possible that he’s Kryptonian. 

“Sounds like you’re having fun.” 

“Lots of fun. I’m gonna watch a movie tonight.”

“Oooo, with who?” 

“Just a guy I know.” 

Gabriel smirks and your cheeks get red. 

“N-Not like that we’re just friends!!” 

“Whatever you say.” He’s wiggling his brows and you huff, grabbing the pack of gummies from his lap as you take off running. 

“Hey!! Those are mine!!” 

Gabriel’s visits are definitely entertaining to say the least. 

A few more hours of messing around with him and you’re heading over to Clark’s place. Gabriel had been nice enough to give you a ride. Now standing outside of the barn you wave at him. 

“Thanks Gabriel.” 

He salutes.

“Anytime. Now don’t you go staying out late young lady, you have a curfew.” 

You laugh and he winks, disappearing. 

Sliding your hands into your pocket, you head to the loft. As you walk into the barn you call for Clark. He leans over the railing. 

“You made it.” 

“Sure did.” You hoof it up the stairs, watching his little set up. 

“I have to admit this is cool. It must be nice to have all this space.” 

Clark nods.

“It comes in handy.” 

He gestures to the couch, and you take notice of the blankets and cushions as well as the snacks. You immediately head for the sweets, not that he’s surprised. Once you make yourself comfortable, Clark follows, his remote in hand as he plays the movie. You’re already digging into your snack. When you see the title you’re blushing again. 

“Beauty and the Beast..” 

He nods. 

“I was feeling a bit nostalgic, figured I’d brush up.” 

It’s a poorly constructed lie. You pout and he smiles. 

“Let’s enjoy the movie.” 

You don’t have the nerve to complain. The second it starts you’re already glued in. The introduction of characters feels like the very first time that you saw it. The melodies and interactions are just as beautiful as ever. You’ll never get tired of it, their voices, that love story. 

Clark knows he should be paying attention to the film rather than shameless gawking at all your cute expressions but he can’t help himself. When he first met you, you were headstrong, put together. Almost fearless. He supposed he just assumed that you had no interest in anything cute or romantic. But he was wrong. It’s clear that he has a lot to learn. 

It takes him a moment to realize the movie is over. You look so content and he can’t help but ask. 

“Why do you love this movie so much?” 

Your expression changes to something more thoughtful, and a bit shy.

“I can’t fool you, can I?” 

“Nope.” 

You smile. 

“I just really like her character. She’s a bookworm too.” 

Clark smiles at the comparison. 

For a while you wear such a light expression, but then your eyes seem to fall. 

“The story of her falling for a beast, I guess in a way I’ve always wanted it to be possible. Having someone love you like that despite knowing the scariest sides of you. Unconditional love like that has always been sort of out of my reach.” 

You grip at the covers. 

“I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic.” You mumble. 

Love given your job description has always been somewhat impossible. People who got close usually never lived long enough. Surrounded by the things you were as a child, well, it didn’t exactly set a foundation for lasting relationships. This is the longest you’ve been in one place with friends and it hasn’t imploded in your face. 

At least not yet. 

You’re still a bit anxious that it might happen. 

Clark’s touch pulls your focus. His hand is gentling covering yours and you look up. 

“We both can relate to that.” 

You smile when you realize what he’s referring to. You can’t help but feel grateful. 

“Thanks for this Clark.” 

He nods. 

“Anytime.” 

[hostilemuppet]

the shoes being put in plastic bags is such a slay hellooooo

i LOOOOOOOOVE big clunky gimmicky shoes in character designs i wish they werent so hard for me to pull off but those goo shoes in bags are fucking stellar

i also love the ones on bug miku even though i just realised the little straps on her shoes are just straps and not bug wings as i had originally thought

[celestialdragoncookie]

Could you make dark dragon lloving blizzard queen cookie like he bites her neck which her blood is tipping and she is horrified

Within the depths of the Shadows:

In the particular evening, another battle won against the raging waves of licorice sea creatures. Warriors celebrated their victory in bringing the hateful creatures back to abyssal depths. Everyone was in joy spending their day offs, but one particular guy or should I say cookie was in foul mood he didn't understand any of this battling against creatures that were super easy to slay but he was beyond pissed off that he couldn't find his beloved wife in his shared bedroom nor chambers. He hurriedly looked everywhere like cat and mouse but didn't find wink of her scent. As he was rushing through the corridors with sour full expression, he heard sounds full of laughter and jokes as one particular laughter caught his interest because it was way familiar not to recognized. The moment he went to the destination where he had heard it, he caught sight of her laughing with her elder sister Celestial dragon cookie and his brother Dark cacao cookie or her husband. The sister cracks some jokes made the two of them laugh something he couldn't do it.

He felt something inside him snap, like a rage of jealousy bubbling like a hot volcano ready to be erupted. He clutching his hands so tight, his knuckles turned white due to sheer strength. He tried to make her happy but his pride wouldn't let it, gave her gifts trinkets acessories but with sad expression she would accept them from outside but not inside. He believes that she took will come to care about him but all he see is disappointment, sadness and especially fear. Was not he gave her enough of his love or his time? Was thier marriage.... Just loveless? Was he not loving enough for you, to laugh and care about him? Those thoughts ran through his head like a tsunami, but he ignored these feelings. How dare she had the aduacity to share her beautiful smile to others especially to men, her smile her kindness belongs to me only me, she mine to claim and mate. I will show her that she is rightfully mine only mine and I will not let others have her. Seeing her laugh with others made something snap inside him, his eyes turned pitch black colour as his slits turned blood red color. As he quietly moved towards the clueless cookies.

As a huge large shadow tower over them, their laughter died down blinking as turned thier heads towards back only to see dark dragon cacao cookie whom face was shadowed by darkness, he didn't spoke a word nor gave an emotion. Celestial dragon cookie thinks this situation as complicated more her gut was telling her, something isn't right with this big guy here. Dark cacao cookie puts a warm smile before greeting him, but Dark Dragon Cacao cookie glared at him with ferocioucity before angrily shoving him away. Then it clicked inside Celestial dragon cookies mind that he has gone insane with jealousy as she spread her wings and arm Infront of her younger sister shielding her from this madman of a husband. But this revelation just annoyed the hell out of dark dragon as he swing his muscular at his sister in law with full force, as the action cracks few of her ribs before she was flew towards the lamp as her head collided towards the hard surface of the metal cracking it open as large amount of blood sweeps out of her wound. Celestia groans in pain before falling down on the ground as her back layed on the wall as it was painted in her own blood before fainting. Dark cacao cookies eyes widened in disbelief and shock like he couldn't believe that his older brother would do something like this especially to his dear wife but that doesn't his shock and surprise morphed into sheer rage and hate, as he took out his sword before swinging towards his brother for revenge for hurting his wife but he easily deflect his sword by punching him in the gut as he rolling on the ground before collided against the wall and fainted.

Blizzard Queen Cookie was shocked and shivering in fear as she looked at the monster of her husband who injured her beloved elder sister and knocked his own brother out cold. Dark Dragon then looked at her with a dark smirk before slowly coming towards shortening the distance between them. She tried to leave but dark dragon grabbed her through wrist , gently removed the cloth where covered her shoulder blade before biting on it hard. She shriek in pain fear as she tried to wiggle away but his grip was like a voice didn't let go, dark dragon bit down harder as more and more pour down from her wound. With enough strength Blizzard punched him in the gut as he pushed away from her a little, Blizzard put her hand on her shoulder and wince in pain as blood kept dripping down from the bite mark holes. She looked at her monster of a husband who was just smirk with satisfaction and as blood dripping down from his mouth he hungrily licked his lips tasting her unique flavour of the blood. Blizzard never in her life was this close to being scared what she had gotten herself into.