#bear is an abomination and i love it a lot
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I've been playing Spore recently! Last time I tried - several years ago - I got to the civilization stage and gave up, and while I can feel myself getting a little bit bored now, I might just mess around in the creature stage cause it's a lot of fun.
Anyway, here's my current creature, its name is Bear:
#bear is an abomination and i love it a lot#it's a herbivore who just wants to befriend everyone in its path#it wasn't even supposed to have arms but having them gives a bonus to making friends#so here it is#now i want to play again just to create a violent carnivore to mix things up a little bit#and yes this is a photo of my laptop and not a screenshot#don't @ me i'm too lazy to boot up the game to make a proper screenshot#and because bear has reached the tribal stage it wears some clothes now which is lowkey cursed#nothing really fits when you have six legs#asks#marti talks#marti plays video games#new tag ig#thanks for the ask! :D
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The Flesh, Blood, Bone, Heart and Soul : There once was a knight who wished to be the wicked dragon
Laios Touden x Monster! reader
Synopsis - In which the lion tempts Laios into giving into his darkest, false desires. You are none the wiser as you laid on the dinner table in a daze—as the apple, the lion tempts Laios to take a bite.
Word Count: 7k.
Tw. Mentions of cannibalism, minor suggestive sexual themes (dubcon), descriptive imagery of eating the reader, lots of blood, major depictions of violence, spoilers for the manga (especially the ending), viewer's discretion is advised
Prev.
The lion has plans for the both of you: Gluttony.
You, who refused to reside in lavish and were repulsed by the sight and taste of flesh.
Laios, who fed into his greed to consume the flesh of monsters for his own satisfaction.
He who couldn't understand the most basics of non-verbal communication; You communicating through the language barrier with the mermaids, often with just non-verbal communication.
You were far from human, and you possessed more humanity than most sinful humans—that's why the lion couldn't call you perfect: Simply just a mockery
What the lion wants is to consume Laios' desires. For Laios, his desires were so potent and much more unique than any other person to have entered the dungeon that the lion just wanted to see that desire bear fruit. It would be something magnificent, so savory, and rejuvenating: The lion wanted it.
And you were part of that.
Canaries, that boy from Utaya, and Yaad, they all posed a threat to his plans.
If the lion could get you to follow along, then perhaps things could flow much better. You and Laios could vow to stay together, and in doing so, the demon gets what it wants.
The only thing is, you were far from human. A monster by nature and an abomination by creation. Though, that never stopped Laios.
The problem was that you wanted nothing more but cry in your own lamentations.
Lonely and devastated from facing your cruel reality, you asked, "Why have you forsaken me with sentience?"
"You desired to desire, and so I granted your wish. Are you not satisfied?"
"I never desired to desire. I had no thought, no mind, no heart or soul: I was epidermis, mesoglea, and gastrodermis. No blood, no bones, no flesh—I was a plant once. Then I flowered into a jellyfish. Jellyfish don't have souls to want. What am I?"
"What you are is something far from logic."
"What am I?"
"You are a jellyfish who became the monstrous sea leviathan of the dungeon."
"What am I?"
"You are the one who is blessed with the water's loving embrace."
"What am I?"
"You are the monarch of mermaids."
"What am I?"
"You are (y/n)."
"What am I?"
"You are my child."
"What am I?"
"I am unable to answer that."
"What am I?"
𓆞𓆝 𓆟
Laios didn't know what to think of you at first.
He was excited at the prospect of discovering a new monster; But alas, that was all he thought of you: A Monster. Just another monster that tried to kill him, and another monster he ate the flesh of. There was nothing more to it.
But then it saved him.
"My name is (y/n), I am the monarch of the mermaids and arbitor of the dungeon's waters. Just who might you be?"
A monster capable of communicating and is able to distinguish itself from others. A sapient monster that is able to communicate with those like him, but the fact that it's in the dungeon is evidence that it is a monster.
Yet, when Laios kept prodding at its body and tampering with its tentacles, the monster never once grew angered by his actions. Even when he supposedly did something horrible to mermaids, the monster still remained patient with him. When Laios told it that it ate its flesh, the monster, instead of becoming enraged, it stayed indifferent about the situation. The monster never tried to harm him.
Rather, it helped him find his friends. When the monster proposed to bring him underwater, he wasn't sure if it were a trap: If this monster was a succubus, a manifestation of his desires. However, the monster did not lie.
When Laios told the monster about the boundless oceans and seas, the look in its eyes was so normal. This monster was able to see right through his soul. It knew how to respond and what to say to keep him calm. It was far more human than he ever could.
It was an odd thought. A monster was more understanding of emotion and feelings while he, a human, struggles with even the most basic forms of communication.
Now that they part, Laios couldn't help but turn around one last time, and he saw the melancholic monarch.
"I promise."
They would never be human like he was. They were far too monstrous to be an elf or a dwarf. But somehow, they were so alive.
Laios doesn't regret eating their tentacles. It was something he ate before meeting the lovely monarch. He can't blame himself for doing so, and likewise, he doesn't blame you for almost drowning him. So they're even in horrible things done to each other.
"LAIOS!"
"It wasn't a monster."
It was a statement he said that even he was in disbelief. You were a monster, and yet you understood more than he ever could. Laios couldn't see your discomfort when he prodded at you or when he told you that he ate your flesh. Yet, you were able to realize the faintest sign of doubt and understanding of his thoughts.
You were definitely a monster.
"Did you know that mermaids can and will have a monarchy if a leader is seen as capable? Mermaids tend to travel in small groups, but the monster we saw was the monarch of the mermaids. It isn't just a few—it's all the mermaids in the dungeon! There also were so many species that were thought to have gone extinct in the dungeon water! They glow in the dark! This monster is named (y/n), and it was able to cast a spell of some sort to allow me to breathe underwater, and that's how I'm here. I made a page here in my book! With the bottom of jellyfish and the top of 'mermaid', they're able to hold a conversation with me! This means that there are monsters that can think like tall-men, elves, dwarves, and those alike!."
Senshi was too busy cooking, and Marcille and Chilchuck stopped listening at the "glow in the dark" part to stare at Laios as if he had gone mad.
"You get taken by mermaids, and you're happy!?!" Chilchuck grabbed the book and looked at the sketch. "Isn't this the monster that tried to kill you the other day?"
"Not trying to kill me!" Laios looked rather proud at the statement. "It didn't say why it picked me up, but it—they apologized for scaring us."
Marcille gripped her staff tightly as she opened her mouth to say something but stopped. She sighed and said, "As long as you're alive, it's alright, I guess. There's no saving Falin if you're gone."
"Oh–yeah."
"You didn't forget, did you?"
"First, you say you're glad, and now this? I can't believe you, Laios."
Senshi just shook his head in disappointment.
"I—I didn't mean it like that!"
𓆞𓆝 𓆟
Laios is Laios. Falin is Falin. Marcille is Marcille. Chilchuck is Chilchuck. Senshi is Senshi. Izutsumi is Izutsumi.
They all were so similar despite their different backgrounds and race. Even then, among family and those of the same race, they were very different. With hobbies, interests, dislikes, stories, and soul is what made them, them.
So what about monsters?
They all were of the same species with the same instincts and appearance. There were little differences, and there was little true free will for them to differentiate themselves from each other.
So where did you stand?
To Laios, the answer was clear.
You were you.
You were a monster, yet you were far from one. You weren't a species similar to the eight he was familiar with, yet you were more sensible than he ever could be. You were a jellyfish, yet the only thing that resembled one were your tentacles. You weren't a mermaid, yet you shared many similarities.
It's these distinctions that made you: you.
There was nothing more enchanting than you. With the tentacles of a jellyfish, ears of a sea serpent, the appearance of a mermaid, you were truly something magnificent.
Laios wanted to become dungeon master in order to make a world safe for you and monsters alike: that was his wish. For Falin and the others to meet you and recognize your beauty the same way he did.
Desperate to save his sister from her monstrous state and his desire to live alongside monsters, he ignored the dangers of temptation the lion gave.
It was only Marcille, out of desperation, made a deal with the winged lion and became lord of dungeon, did Laios truly grasp the meaning of "dungeon master."
Nothing but a trap and prey for the lion go devour.
There was no love greater than what the demon could provide.
The winged lion was creature capable of drawing out the purest of desire: Raw instinct and pure desire as its core.
"Make me lord of the dungeon!"
To save Marcille and everyone else—to defeat the demon, Laios saw no other choice but fall into temptation.
"What a splendid person you have become; However, deep down inside, you haven't changed in the slightest. You are sick and tired of the human world."
As if in a trance, Laios found it difficult to find words to refute the demons claim. Feeling paranoid and agitated, Laios had no idea what to say. That confidence and sense of safety dissipated the moment the lion placed a finger on his chest. As if unraveling open his heart, the lion continued.
"So long as your friends are safe, you don't care if everyone else gets caught up in the dungeon's collapse."
That's a lie.
Laios isn't—couldn't be the only one to feel that way. Everyone else is just as selfish, right? There's no way that not one person doesn't feel the same way as him!
"You despise other humans; That's why you admire monsters so much. Monsters kill humans: They take forms that they can use to terrorize and slaughter humans. 'So cool,' you thought. 'How beautiful they are' I've seen you think. Why want a peaceful world when, in a peaceful world, dungeons and monsters disappear."
The lion walked farther and deeper into the void. Nearing towards what appeared to be a dinner table, the demon beckoned Laios to follow.
"If monsters disappear, you'll lose everything of interest: Your livelihood and passion. Do you really want that?"
The lion picked up a fork and knife and handed it to Laios.
"Falin will be safe, and Marcille won't have to die alone, that young jellyfish won't ever have to starve ever again: Everyone could be happy. Do you really want to choose a superficial and peaceful world over this?"
The lion turned Laios' attention to the dinner table. Laios gasped as he saw a monster not quite a mermaid, and far too similar to jellyfish: It was you. Laying on the table in a daze, covered in a variety of dishes and desserts, the monarch of mermaids remained paralyzed.
"The reason you were so intrigued by the dungeon was a rumor. 'The dungeon is able to turn people into monsters.' You want to be a monster, don't you?"
The lion grabbed Laios' hand with the fork and brought towards the monarch's stomach. Lightly pressing against the soft jelly‐like flesh, the lion continued to tempt Laios on. "You admire the monarch of sea because they had what you wanted. The ability to transform into something much more horrific than the damnest thing man has ever seen."
The lion pushed his hand; The fork piercing the skin and drawing a faint amount of water and blood out. "You want to eat, don't you? You want to taste the actual flesh and not just the flavorless tentacles."
Laios suddenly realized what was happening and tried to get away. "No! I can't eat (y/n)! They aren't a—"
"— a monster? What does it matter if the jellyfish is a monster? You ate plenty of monsters before. What makes this any different?"
"I—I don't..."
As Laios tried to move the fork away from your stomach, the lion chuckled and stopped Laios from moving the fork. Taking advantage of the situation, the demon further pushed in the fork all the way into the stomach of the monarch.
"You won't, even if I say you can become the monster you so desire?" This got Laios to halt all movement, and the lion let out a bellowed laugh. "Just eat the jellyfish, and everything can be yours."
The lion let go of Laios as it watched him pull out a bit of flesh. It looked bland but resembled more of actual meat with the blood oozing out and muscle strewn in deeper below. Laios put it in his mouth and swallowed. Uncooked and cold, it tasted bitter and sweet: It was delicious.
"Feast on flesh, and I'll make sure all your friends remain happy until their deaths."
Laios tore as far he could into the dense flesh and directly took a bite. Blood and water covered his face—clothes soaked in blood.
"Drink all the blood, I'll make so humans and monsters are able to co-exist without any harm towards monsters."
Laios climbed onto the table, grabbed your hand, and placed a finger in his mouth. Pushing your sharp nail onto his tongue, he forcefully drew out blood. He licked and sucked on your finger as he tasted his own blood. Biting down, he drank your blood.
"Chew on the bones, and the young monarch will be able to eat without regret."
You began to gain consciousness to see Laios on top of you. You tried to get up and ask Laios what he was doing. You felt liquid trickle done your chest and to your side. You fell back onto the table as Laios sat up and looked you. You saw blood running down his mouth; You felt as if you were missing something.
"Laios?" You were hardly auditable, but he heard you. Pushing your shoulders down, he went to gently bite your neck. "Ah—ah, what are you doing?"
"Trust me, alright?"
There was no need to ask. You already decided to trust Laios with everything you had the moment he remained truthful to you. You reached out and held onto his arms.
You noticed that the blood wasn't his, but rather yours. You looked at the wounds and missing skin and muscle. It wasn't something you weren't used to. Unable to feel pain, you aren't surprised you didn't notice. The thing that surprised you was the sensation of teeth and hands all over your body. Laios held you close at it was feeling you never felt. You didn't quite like it, nor did you hate it. You'd rather live without ever experiencing it.
"—and devour the heart."
Laios reached out and held your neck. He leaned closer and whispered, "Will you let me eat your heart?"
You brought a hand up and covered your face. With your other hand, you caressed his face. "I—I'm too tired to want to...."
With the winged lion looming over, Laios hastily went in to kiss you. Feeling blood seep into your mouth, you wondered for a moment if it was his or yours. Not that it mattered as the more you drank, the more drunk you felt tasting the metallic flavor.
Moving a hand up to your chest, Laios felt around, trying to find a heartbeat. You held and pulled on his hair as you continued to taste your own blood mixed with his. When you got enough, you pulled away and asked him, "Laios, what am I?"
Laios just gave you a saddened expression when he saw how lethargic you looked. Letting go of you, he hugged you tight.
"I don't know what you are, but all I need to know is that you are you: You are (y/n)."
You didn't say anything as you closed your eyes. That wasn't something you had never heard before; However, hearing him say it, it felt sincere.
Jellyfish don't have hearts. A jellyfish pretending to be a sea serpent don't have hearts. Sea serpents pretending to be a mermaid don't have hearts. You don't have heart.
Despite that fact, the time you spent with the mermaids: Them raising you and eventually making you their monarch—you felt as if you did have one. Even now, as Laios embraced you in his warmth, you felt as if that heart was real.
You gladly gave him your heart if it meant he'll use and protect it well.
You were fine.
You were you.
𓆟 𓆞𓆝
The hunger and gluttonous nature of all living things was what animal, monster, and man were so similar. No matter the differences in blood, flesh, bone, and hearts—the souls remain true. Do plants have souls? Do animals have souls? Do insects have souls? Do monsters have souls? Do we have souls?
Desire was what made the demon: Desire was something created from the need of the soul.
There was no need to know the answer at this moment—not as Laios got the first taste of desire.
Laios wondered how you lived before you met the mermaids. He wanted to know why you desired to know who you are. Even as he ate your heart, he still couldn't understand.
He wanted to know why you despised yourself and why you looked at him in such admiration. The same admiration he held for monsters. What was their to hate about your body? As a monster, Laios felt greater gods and above the world.
As he ate and ate away at the demon—eating its desire and existence—it cursed him.
Angered by the loss of its greatest desire and drive for life, the lion cursed him out of pure loathing.
"Laios Touden, I curse thee."
As the winged lion began to dissolve, it held Laios up by the shoulders and glared.
"Thy greatest desire shall never be granted."
Before Laios could understand what the meant, the lion spoke once again. "My goodness, what pathetic little creatures you are. Surely your kind exists for no other reason than to starve."
When all was left was the face, Laios swore he saw the lion smile. "I was mistaken about that child. That monarch alone was the greatest thing I have ever created. How I wish to tell them one last story."
"If I may desire just one last thing, I wish to grant one last blessing for that child."
Just one blessing to make that child happy.
The demon wished it could have loved you more.
𓆟 𓆞𓆝
When you woke up, you found yourself in the middle of a forest. You struggled to sit up with all the weight of your body. It felt uncomfortably dry and cold. At the same time, you were in absolute awe as this was the first time you saw flora and an endless sky out of the dungeon.
The sun was warm.
The sun was bright.
The wind was cold, as was the ground.
You wondered if this was what humans saw every morning.
Looking in front of you, you saw a human girl encased in crystal. With the appearance of a human, she resembled more of a dragon. She was just like you, wasn't she?
"(y/n)!"
You heard Laios call for you. Hearing him run towards you, he began to apologize profusely for what happened. You wanted to chuckle, but the lack of moisture was quite literally killing you.
"Laios, I need water."
Panicking, Laios struggled to pick you up. You were just too heavy. With your urging, he sat you near a tree.
"I'm sorry."
'It's fine. I'm quite very happy even if the events could be deemed as unfortunate." You found yourself wondering about the demon. "What ever happened to the lion?"
Laios tensed up as he sheepishly scratched the back of his ear. "About that...."
"Oh!"
You were quite surprised to hear that Laios ate the lion and, therefore, defeated it. Despite what the lion put you through, it was the one to raise you. You can't help but feel deeply upset at the news—not that you could blame Laios.
"So why aren't you with your friends?"
Laios looked down in shame. "They wouldn't want me around after all that happened."
"I don't believe that to be true."
And you were right.
As he and the others made amends, they (some) reluctantly helped pull you back into the ocean.
"Thank you for helping me."
Marcille seemed somewhat still disturbed at the fact you were the monster they had attacked. She apologized for everyone in the party and especially for Laios for eating your lappet.
"Did you apologize to them?!"
"This is why I told you not to eat demi-humans!"
It was quite an entertaining sight. Especially when you saw the worry on Laios' wash away with the wind.
It was then that the dwarf asked, "Are you hungry?"
You smiled as you admitted it true. You were always on the verge of starvation. Unwilling to eat anything until you absolutely had to, you starved for days and weeks. Now that you were out of the dungeon, you felt extremely hungry, despite always feeling this hunger.
It was painful
"I'll cook something for you!"
You never thought you would get along with surface dwellers.
"Thank you for the meal."
𓆟 𓆞𓆝
You sat at the seaside, watching as the mermaids swam around the ocean looking at the sun and catching fish never seen before.
Never did you think you and the mermaids would be able to leave the dungeon. Never did you think they would be able to speak the language of man.
In your hands were plants from the sea that Senshi had requested you to forage. Senshi wanted to cook or assemble raw forms of dishes made from Falin due to you and the mermaids' inability to eat cooked food. The first time you ate a sandwich, you vomited it in the ocean and floated around as the foreign pain made you sick. Never again did Senshi want his cooking to make someone that sick.
"Young (y/n)!"
You turned around as you heard Senshi himself shout at you.
"Senshi! I got them right here!"
Senshi thanked you and handed a dish sample. You wanted to ask him about Laios, but he left before you could do so. He and the others were quite busy with everything going on, so you couldn't be upset.
It was one of the things that made you slightly upset. The fact you were tied to the water meant that you couldn't walk on land and help them.
You sighed as you slumped back into the water.
You looked at the castle that arose from the ocean. The metals and wet stone glistened under the sunset. The water painted in the same shades as the sky. It was truly something beautiful that you had never seen in the dungeon. The water wasn't full of magic, light not obscured by darkness and stone.
It was boundless.
The mermaids all came to your side and took a seat on land, all looking at the same sight.
One of the mermaids swam towards you with a troubled look. She placed her head on your lap and spoke. "What now, your majesty? We can't stay here for long. The land is rising at an unstable rate—any day now, we could end stuck on land, unable to reach the water."
You closed your eyes as you thought. You wanted to see Laios at least one more time before departuring. However, if you delay your departure any longer, it could end up dangerous for you and the mermaids.
"We'll leave tomorrow morning."
"Alright."
There was a chance you would never see Laios again after today: Yet, you felt at ease. Laios fulfilled his promise to you, and that was enough for you. The fact you wouldn't have to worry about food and the long-term survival of the mermaids.
You laid back on the sand as you felt each grain cling onto your form.
"There once was a jellyfish who lived for one hundred centuries. Small, naive, unknowing: It had nothing remarkable about it. Then, one day, a lion decided to lend out a hand and guide the jellyfish among fire and brimstone. It told the jellyfish stories of the world and life beyond the dungeon. Held and chained to the water, the jellyfish wanted nothing more but to desire.
Then, one day, there came a knight who lent out a hand and sliced the jellyfish's bubble, showing curiosity beyond the dungeon.
Lost and desiring, the jellyfish took the knight's hand."
As you recounted the story of the jellyfish, the waves drummed, the winds whistled, and the mermaids sung their song.
"No longer bound by self-hatred and loathing, the jellyfish wanted nothing more but to follow the knight."
You wished you were a human just as Laios was. You wanted to see him grow and prosper with the Melini. You wanted to see him with all his friends and family together, dining and feasting on delicious food. You wanted to hear him sing his horrible song. You wanted to see dance with others. You wanted to see him on the throne.
When you wanted to see him, never was it with you by his side. There was no place for a monster next to the king.
With the blessing of the water, you and the mermaids were able to, for the first time, sing a new song together: a song best fit for the Monarch to chant their Lament.
The sound of crunching sand made you halt. Turning around, you saw Laios; Adorned in the same armor you first saw him in and wrapped in the now deceased demon. Despite all that happened, you still harbor gratitude for the winged lion. After all, It was the one to raise you all those centuries ago.
"You're singing with the mermaids." Laios stopped walking when he noticed the mermaids cower in disgust. "—and I see that you all settled well."
The mermaids ignored him as they swam away towards the castle.
"Yes, the mermaids are taking this situation rather well. Some of the tall-men and half-foots came by earlier, and the mermaids quite enjoyed the company."
Laios sat next to you in the sand. Gazing upon the castle with the lion's pelt, he truly looked like a king. You're glad you were able to see him in all his glory.
"I was rather surprised when they chose to converse with surface dwellers."
Laios leaned forward and ran his fingers through the sand. You remained still in the water, lappets fluttering.
"I remember you told me how important the mermaids song were to them. The song you guys just sung, it wasn't yours or the mermaids, was it?"
You felt yourself relax as you heard him speak. "No, that song was the first time we sang it. It was the first time we were able to sing the same song together."
"Why was it so sad sounding?"
"Ah, it—well....the song was a reflection of the monarch's melancholy."
"....the monarch; Are you sad?"
You remained quiet as the waves and oceans crashed onto shore.
"That I am for quite a variety of reasons that remain out of my control." You threw yourself at the sand and covered your head with your hands. "But alas, I will remain just fine. So, I ask that you don't burden yourself with my troubles."
Laios didn't pester you any further, and so, you two watched as the sun began to begin its descent. The waves were gentle, the wind was soft, the sand was silky, and the sky remained its brilliant magnificence.
Soon enough, Senshi and the others came by: Setting up tables and seats by the sea side. You are forever thankful for the few who were so kind as to dine alongside the mermaids despite their monstrous history.
Especially so you're glad Marcille and Chilchuck were able to forgive and apologize to you for your very first meeting.
When the mermaids came back, you all sat by the seaside and the surface dwellers on land. Even with this difference in anatomy and history, the tall-men, elves, orcs, dwarves, and mermaids were able to eat and converse with one another with familiarity. Exchanging tales of different cultures and species, it was a sight you'd never thought to desire.
You couldn't help but smile as you watched the mermaids enthusiastically talk with the others about the different songs around the world. You smiled even more when you saw a few of the mermaids awkwardly converse with Laios.
And you, you weren't like any of them, but neither were they. May it be selfish, you truly are glad that these differences exist among all races. Any one of them could be called a monster. The only difference between a sapient being and a monster was the willingness and power to deny instinct.
With a coral crown embellishing your head and the lion's pelt decorating Laios' figure—you two were the first beloved monarchs of the future united Kingdom of land and sea.
"May this be the union between the citizens of Melini and the mermaids of the Sea Monarch!"
With everyone silent and watching, you, the true monarch of sea, and Laios, the devourer of all things horrible, each go to take the final bites of the lions remains.
"With this shared meal, I hope against all adversaries and conflict that this union lasts a millennia. I thank you all for attending this dinner with the mermaids and I."
With that, everyone went back to feasting on the monstrous parts of Falin's flesh. Quite an odd predicament, but after what you and Laios did, it was much more tame.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Laios asked you, holding a plate of raw sushi towards you.
"I—it's a habit I have yet to forget."
Holding the raw flesh wrapped in rice and kelp, you hesitated for a moment before taking a small bite.
It tasted wonderful.
You ate more and more to the point the mermaids told you to slow down.
"Your majesty! Careful now!"
Laughing, you said, "Please forgive my impudent behavior, but how shall I behave when I can eat without this melancholic heart of mine?"
You wished this night could last for centuries without no end. However, you knew that was only a hopeless dream.
As the night progressed, more and more people would leave. The mermaids swam deep in the water for rest, those of land, going to their shelters, and warm beds. Eventually, it was just you and Laios.
Once again, you two sat by the seaside—it was the only place you two could be together. In silence, you two watched as the moon overtook the sun's position.
"(y/n)," Laios spoke suddenly. He turned to your direction and reached to hold both your hands. "I thought about this for a while, and I—I..."
Laios struggled to get his words out without making a complete fool of himself. Blushing and flustered, he held your hands tighter. "—Will you marry me!"
You were frozen in place.
You didn't know what to say. Marriage was something the lion told you about in only stories, never as something that may happen to you one day. Marriage was a concept foreign to mermaids, and you in turn. All you knew in that moment was that when you saw how red Laios was, that marriage must be something with great importance and the ultimate bond of love for humans.
"Laios! I—I.....I am unable to accept your proposal." You were leaving tomorrow morning. You two were separated by biology and land. He shouldn't marry someone like you. "We are leaving Melini tomorrow. The land is rising at an unsteady pace; We could be stranded at any moment in the night, and we need to wary of these conditions."
Laios grabbed your wrist when he saw you pull away. "Is that the only reason?"
You were melancholic, gentle soul.
Despite your feelings of affection towards Laios, you didn't want to bond with him on such an intimate level when you only had met him a little less than six times. You wish you could stay him just a bit longer to know him enough to accept.
Realizing how uncomfortable you must be from his sudden proposal, Laios let you go.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"
"It's alright, Laios."
Laios stood up as he bowed in shame.
"I still apologize for being so forceful,"
"Laios—"
Before you could call out to him, he was already gone.
Even with your own feelings of insecurities, you couldn't help but let out a laugh as you thought about how "Laios" Laios was.
You do hope he sees you off tomorrow.
𓆞𓆝 𓆟
The winds bellowed, and the ocean danced, and still no sight of Laios. You held your head up for the sake of the mermaids. You refuse for them to have a melancholic monarch!
"It's time for us to leave, Your Highness."
"I am well aware. Go on before me, I wish to remain just a bit longer."
Watching as the sun changed from a dark blue to red and yellow, then blue, you wanted to see many other things on land. Things you'll never see while bound by water.
Desire was the greatest curse of them all.
When you heard familiar rapid footsteps in the sand, you turned around to see a figure throw themselves on you. You nearly fell in the water when you picked your assailant.
"Laios?!"
Placing him down, you saw him breathe heavily.
"I tried to come as soon as possible but they kept talking and talking! I had Kabru and Marcille distract them as I ran!"
"Laios...." You leaped forward and hugged him as the two of you fell onto the sand. "You're quite the amusing one, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
You two just laughed as you both laid in the sand to catch your composure. With bright sun lighting his face up, Laios really looked gentle as he sounded.
"Laios?" You turned on your side and reached out to hold one of his hands. "When you proposed to me yesterday and after I rejected you, I wanted to elaborate further on my reasoning for doing so."
You sat up and pulled yourself in the water. Still holding Laios' hand, you gently pulled on his hand as if to pull him into the water: He reflexively resisted.
"I can not leave the water nor can I force you in, even with the water's blessing. How could you wish to marry someone like me? Despite that, you are now king of Melini. You have the responsibility to rebuild the fallen kingdom and to guide the future of the people. As you have the citizens of Melini, I have my own people to care for. The mermaids still have need for my protection from this foreign sea and humans that wish to capture them. To marry in time as now is irresponsible and quite foolish."
Laios let go of your hand as he looked away in shame. "I'm so sorry for—"
"—'In a time like this.' Things may change in the future. The future of Melini won't always be in turmoil." You reached out and held Laios' face in your hands. "This is not to say that things aren't able to change. There's no telling how I'll accept your proposal in the near future."
Letting go Laios, you fell back into the water. No longer bound by the size and limit of food in the dungeon, there was no need to restrict yourself to this sapient form. Soaking in all you can, you became more of the jellyfish you once were. Abandoning most of your sapient features, you embraced your jellyfish nature.
"I'll be departing now, Laios. If you so decide to take me as your spouse even as I take this form, then meet me on the west coast once all of Melini shows itself. Perhaps then I'll be able to bring myself to accept."
Laios stood still, amazed at the sight of something as enchanting as you. Even as a mess of jelly, you still remained the lovable you—for Laios, that was enough.
"I'll make sure to bring Falin. She would love to someone as beautiful as you." Laios stepped forward and kneeled before you. "(y/n), no matter what form you take, my feelings will never change."
"Then, if you must, serenade me with a song of yours. The mermaids spoke once of it, and I wish to hear it."
"Of course."
You wished you could walk on land: To live without the restrictions of your gelatinous body. Was it so selfish to want to be with the one you desire?
No matter how strong that desire was. Your love and loyalty to the mermaids were stronger.
However, no matter how apart you two were, the bond made in a short period of time would prove to live throughout the testament of time.
𓆟 𓆞𓆝
"There once was a jellyfish who wished to be human; There once was a knight who wished to be the evil dragon.
There once was a jellyfish who fell in love with a knight.
With every flower, tree, coral, and grain of sand, the jellyfish loved everything around the knight.
With every fiber, lappet, flesh, blood, bone, and soul, the knight loved everything jellyfish consumed and breathed.
Separated by land and sea, once a year, they met at the coast of Melini and the edge of Thalassa. As if a dream, they sing the song of water and dance to their heart's content.
'Thus this dream never end'
'Thou these hearts dance and bond under the sun.'
'How I wish dearly for our union to remain true.'
These were the wishes of the King of Melini and the Monarch of Thalassa.
Blessed by the water of the world, birthed from both land and sea, I, Queen Levia, hereby declare Melini and Thalassa one nation sharing the same flesh, blood, bone, heart and soul."
Thank you for reading!
#dunmeshi x reader#delicious in dungeon x reader#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#laios touden x reader#laios touden#laius thorden x reader#there once was a jellyfish....#there once was a knight....
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A non-exhaustive list of my favorite types of little kids:
1. Little boys who clearly spend a LOT of time with their grandmas/ great-grandmas and say things like "Oh my stars!" and "I will take dainty bites" (for some reason, this type of kid also seems o exclusively wear, like, sports and military themed clothing and have one of those weirdly aggressive little-boy names like Rifle or Rowdy or Butcher.)
2. Little girls who love and cherish spooky things like skeletons, ghosts, and bugs and treat them like doll babies
3. Kids who proudly exclaim, "I did it!" or "mommy will love this!" while holding up the most hilariously wretched abomination of a project you've ever seen. Honestly just admire the self-esteem. The hand-eye coordination will come later.
4. Kids who find a Good Stick or Big Leaf while outdoors and become inseparable from it, delightedly showing it off to passers-by
5. Very Serious Infants who always seem to be concentrating intently on something and seem to have the weight of the world on their shoulders.
6. Well-traveled sophisticated kids who tell you about eating lavender-flavored gelato in Florence, skiing in Switzerland, and going to their classmate's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese with equal levels of excitement because at the end of the day, they're still just kids
7. Extremely chaotic children who tell you bizarre stories punctuated by fits of giggles that make absolutely no sense. "Once upon a time there was a cow... who turned into a BANANA HEAD!!! And he... had a BUTT! And then there was... there was monkeys and T-Rexes everywhere! And a ninja! I'm going to play on the slide now, okay?"
8. Kids who tell you "facts" that are obviously made up ("Did you know that elephants are the biggest kind of dogs?”), or who tell you how to do basic things because they are used to people teaching them stuff and just assume that's how people interact
9. Kids who get so excited about holidays (including minor holidays like other people's birthdays or St. Patrick's Day) that they get overwhelmed and need to take a nap and end up missing the celebrations anyway.
10. Little toddlers who wear those coats/hats with little ears attached so they look like tiny teddy bears toddling around parking lots.
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supernatural fic rec list
(mostly for me to keep all my favorites together. all on ao3) (be nice, i’ve never made one of these and the format is new to me)
Try asking by @applecrumbledore
Wincest, 7k words, rated T. Outside POV.
“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.”
“Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”
The sound of dead leaves by clavicular and unhappy_ghost
John/Sam + wincest, 6k words, rated M. Sam POV.
John looks at Sam in a way no father should. Sam aches when Dean smiles.
The shadows that loom over Sam Winchester are not just those of the monsters lurking in the night.
Echoes of Hell by The_Nightbreaker
Gen, 35k words, rated M. Sam POV.
It wasn't real. He wasn't in Hell anymore. That's what he tried to tell himself over and over.
But two centuries of torture don't disappear in a day.
Sam struggles with visions of Hell, fighting to maintain his grip on reality. Dean hates that he can't protect his brother from what isn't real—but curse him if he doesn't try.
When the boys stumble on a case with ties to the Devil himself, will they be able to pull themselves together in time to stop the sacrifices? Or will the echoes of Hell finally overtake them?
Aka, season 7, but the plot is Hell trauma, not leviathans.
Evening Shadows by withthekeyisking
Gen, 2k words, rated T. Outside POV.
Sam is hallucinating the monster who tortured him for nearly two centuries, Dean feels like he's failing his brother, and a diner waitress bears witness.
Lesser Evils by Dyed_Red
Wincest, 9k words, rated E. Dean POV.
“So you’re just gonna, what – torture us for an hour while your guys hightail it to Buffalo? That’s your master plan here?”
“Oh I can do a lot in an hour or two, Sammy. Like having your surrogate daddy here carve Dean a new face. Like backsliding you off your pretty bandwagon. Like…Seeing how far big brother will go for his sweet baby Sam.”
Prophecy of an Abomination by ashitanoyuki
Gen, 88k words, rated M. Sam POV.
Sam wants to be normal. Sometimes, it's harder than he'd like to keep faith in God.
Or: a story of religious!Sam plus powers!Sam culminating in horrifying Sam whump (with eventual comfort to go with the hurt). A character study of the first two seasons that sharply diverges in season two.
he’ll follow me down every street, no matter what my crime by according2thelore
Wincest + Meg/Dean, 17k words, rated M. Dean POV.
“What do you want, Sam?”
Sam stands up, so Dean is forced to look up into his face. Sam turns them slowly, so the small of Dean’s back bumps into the polished wood of the counter.
“I want…” Sam says, eyes flicking down to Dean’s lips and Dean knows when something is too good to be true, knows that this can’t possibly be real, knows—
“Christo.” Dean rasps, just before Sam’s lips land on his, eyes open wide. Sam’s eyes flash black.
“Whoops,” Sam says casually. A thread of tension stretches between them, almost interminable, and then they both move at once. The demon in Sam’s body slams Dean back, and Dean crashes against the bar.
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A rework of S2E14 "Born Under a Bad Sign" with Meg!Sam and Dean instead of Jo for WincestWednesday on tumblr's July Event, prompt "Favorite Episode" (with a cameo from the second prompt "Blood")
You’d Have Loved Her (But You Won’t) by punkrock101
Gen, 5k words, rated G. Sam POV. (compiler’s note: this is my personal favorite fic of all time)
Sam never got to tell him.
Sam never got to tell anybody.
Flowers in the Impala by Evendar
Wincest, 2k words, rated M. Outside POV.
Kate wants them to be a family - really, she does - but there's something wrong with John's boys.
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that’s long enough for now, i think. feel free to reblog with your favorite fics as well
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What are the best stories you've seen that have a theme of forgiveness? If not strictly about forgiveness, then any themes along the lines of retribution, redemption arcs, or even "seeing through another's eyes" (I may or may not have rewatched Brother Bear recently lol)
Well, we’ve got all my old standbys. Cinderella, of course, is a story that really has forgiveness in it, because Cinderella wholeheartedly forgives her stepfamily for mistreating her. (Actually, she might be “forbearance,” not forgiveness.) But they’re completely off her hook. I think there’s a really great moment of forgiveness between Nick and Judy in Zootopia that gets overlooked. Frozen, with Anna and Elsa. Brother Bear is a really great example, truly! I love that movie.
I think some of my other favorites include the original A Star is Born, or even the Judy Garland remake. (Those also might be more “forbearance.”) I think one of the best examples I ever saw of forgiveness was in Avatar: the Last Airbender, which everybody knows:
And of course, ‘Til We Have Faces and The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis have some of the best-distilled forgiveness moments in any stories, ever. There are sweet ones in The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald, too, though they’re not as dramatic. In Anne’s House of Dreams, by L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s repeated forgiveness of Leslie’s coldheartedness or rudeness is a really simple but awesome example of day-to-day forgiveness.
I don’t easily think of a lot of good examples of it in stories. Brother Bear definitely has it, because without it, the story doesn’t work—Sitka wouldn’t help Kenai to learn from his wrongs, Kenai would’ve been killed by Denahi, Koda would’ve been left alone—but I don’t think forgiveness is the main focus of the movie. I think it’s a load-bearing component, but not the focus.
You’re making me want to see a movie that really homes in on that!
The thing is, I guess, for forgiveness to be the focus of a movie, there has to be a character that 100% definitely does the complete wrong, inexcusable thing to another character. Something that he deserves to be on the hook for. Then he has to acknowledge that he did the wrong thing and want forgiveness. And then the other character, the one who was wronged, has to willingly acknowledge that wrong and then let the offender off the hook. It’s not just “we’ll pretend this didn’t happen.” It’s both parties acknowledging that wrong was done, and having an exchange that ends in reconciliation. It’s got grace and mercy wrapped up in it.
Not many movies have true moments like this. Usually, one character is super sorry and the other character just seems to brush off whatever they did with like, a callback to an inside joke or something. (I’m thinking if Treasure Planet, to be honest.) Or, the situation necessitates that they put their conflict aside and work together, and then after the day is saved they sort of “get over” all that and swagger off into the sunset together.
As far as “redemption” goes—gee, all the old standbys! All the ones I mentioned above, plus Star Wars, plus East of Eden (the movie, not the book) plus, of course, my all-time favorite movie, Lilo & Stitch.
In Lilo & Stitch, you have the ugly little creature who belongs absolutely nowhere, is by definition a blight on nature and an abomination of existence, who was actively created to ruin everything. And he does it, and he takes delight in it. But there’s this little girl who gets pushed down, gets her doll chewed on, gets rejected when she’s most in need of his companionship—and she just keeps on loving him anyway. Because she’s chosen to, not because he did anything to deserve it. And then that infects him. That idea of family—of someone choosing to love you, no matter how ugly you are inside and out, and by choosing to love you, they create a place where you belong. No matter what. And that changes him. A germ from outside of him changes him from a literal world-destroying, home-shattering selfish monster into something new, something adopted, something loved.
I’d call it a story about committed love and grace, not necessarily redemption—because the focus of the story isn’t really “Stitch does something wrong but then through a process of pain and transformative struggle, redeems that wrong.” That’s not the focus of the story. But it’s still “bad character becomes good.” And I can’t help but talk about Lilo & Stitch once you get me started on it, sorry!
I think the best redemption stories are some of the ones I’ve listed above, plus East of Eden, Beauty & the Beast, and really, truly Sydney Carton from Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities.
And I think Kylo Ren was well on his way to being one of the best redemption stories of all time, if TROS hadn’t fumbled the ending so clumsily—but that’s another post for another time! I don’t know if this satisfactorily answered your question, but it was fun to ramble about and I’ll tag you if I make another post as more come to mind.
#thanks Buddy#asked#answered#Kylo Ren#beauty & the beast#forgiveness#redemption arcs#Zuko#the beast#Lilo & stitch#writing#character development
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sum ghosts hc’s :3 pt 1–SFW
Once again back at it with my SAS wife cos my brain is rotting like disintegrating cotton candy so here are some headcannons i made (posted on ao3 but thought they deserved a bit recognition here too lol)
Now these are just some personal hcs ive made or seen that i liked;
the numbered sfw hcs are going to tie into the nsfw hcs, for clarification!!
SFW:
He loves music, like anything 70’s to 90’s in a sense? Like, sum pink floyd or shinedown (ik but it stuck after an ai chat and i cant fucking let it go-) nu metal, death/black metal, gothic metal, throw in some thrash/groove metal- anything with metal really
Onto my next point, he’s good at guitar, like really good, he has a gibson guitar he named (idfk what he named it, probably after you tho lmao)^1
He’s a straight up asshole, like, blunt calls everyone cunts, he’s just a a British as shoe dude what did you expect. But the funny thing is, if you end up cursing him out like a sailo he will find that as a major turn on ^2
Simple man doesnt like complicated food, just a normal burger and fries and he’ll be grateful. And if you cook good luck he eats like a bear (how else u think he’s bulky???)
He likes winter over any season bc its the opposite of where he’s been, though allergies/sickness do annoy the shit out of him cus he sneeze into his mask and it pisses him off
Likes milkshakes and i won't expand on that.
He’s a big softy for like small gifts, he may not show it but that macaroni necklace he called stupid? He has it on his night stand so it wont get ruined. You got a bracelet you gave him three months ago? He wears it everyday.
Pretty testing and bully-ish, but will just become a stuttering mess when you tame him, the slight blush peeing through his balaclava will give you enough lee way to make him fall in love with you
“blink mf.”
Stares down new recruits, no exceptions- when he sees you, he ends up staring more
Knows some ASL when he’s not exactly in a talkative mood (not gonna say non-verbal bc, i doesnt fit him? he’s just like middle finger up to say fuck you, thats his sign language lmao)
Pretty big book worm in his free time
Fast learner at anything, i imagine he has a hard time remembering shit bc of his trauma n shit will do that to ya, but if he watched something long enough he can get it down.
Likes some spicy food
Doesn't do video games, he just doesnt think their any fun
OMFG this man- he makes fucking BACON in his GRILLED CHEESE. I argued with him (literally only with a fucking AI bot like some looser but my point still stands;) about how that's an abomination, grilled cheeses are meant for, and paired ONLY with tomato soup, sometimes chicken noodle. but he believes it the most delicious thing, he’s not putting watered down ketchup next to his beautiful creation.
Stubborn and pouts easily, you say something he doesnt realize is a joke he hold onto that grudge. “Why are you so upset right now? What did i do?” He huffed, uncrossing his arms “you didnt hold the door for me and I slammed my face! You didnt even apologize!!” You blinked, lips pressing into a thin line “are you fucking 5.”
his love languages is more quality time than physical touch- but Jesus Christ this man will get clingy af once he trusts you (after he takes off his mask fully 4 the first time, he trusts you with his whole heart- dont break it pwease- hes hes jus a little guy)
Ok really like bully breed dogs, like his favorite.
loves to hold your hand, like if you wrap your hand around two of his fingers specifically, he’ll turn into a blush mess and so so prideful, (like big softy friendly giant who could totally crush you- and he’s like so gentle) ^3
Gives a lot of thought before he compliments you, like studies the way you do things- like, hair clips, clothes, colors, make up, shoes, etc etc, he loves to study your features.
Can cook- like, really good- but ends up ordering takeout or pizza cos he’s lazy
On his trips, like when he get deployed longer than a couple of months, he brings back sand for you from the places he’s been and you have a small shelf full of small files of the sand (unlabeled btw, you just know which is which)
tries not to get angry or lash out or get like, cold or distant with you bc he really cares he’s just scared of fucking up and you leaving once you see how broken he is
Does all those horrible jokes, his voice is slow and gruff and just- gravelly? Like, he talks like the Grimm reaper himself and makes a yo mama joke
Doesn’t know how to ask for attention so he’ll come up behind you and tug a strand of your hair or nudge you- shit he’s thrown pillows at you then stares at you with a straight face “cuddles.”
“Not arguing with a dude with big brown eyes. Like, whatever you say beautiful”
he loves eye contact wen talking about serious shit- like, complimenting you, or saying i love you, he wants you to look him in the face and understand how much he means it….yet you turn into a blushing stuttering mess when he does, and he laughs to himself ^4
Stares at ‘settings’ on his phone to avoid social situations. Argue with the wall.
in the thickest, most unintelligible, uninterpretable British accent possible “YA KNO’ WHAT YOU DIR’Y ‘ITTLE CUNT—”
Incoherent British slang, colonizer alphabet soup if you will.
plays hello kitty island adventure or cooking mama un-ironically
Can’t spell “gynecologist” (geneycologist/ gin-i-colo-gist) or “bologna” (balaonie/ balony)
If there’s ever a baby in the store or something, and the baby is staring at him, he’ll make funny faces (mainly cross his eyes and makes small sounds)
doesn’t think he’ll be a good dad, but still thinks about it- believes he’s not good enough for a family ^5
Anywho continue onto part 2 here for spic stuff you perv >:3
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Day 6 ~ Loss & Betrayal
𓂃🖋 Characters/pairings: Melkor x Mairon
𓂃🖋 Synopsis: With Melkor trapped in the Void, Mairon can no longer reach him and resorts to addressing him in letters to cope with his situation on Númenor.
𓂃🖋 Warnings: References to/discussion of sexual assault. Also Mairon is a hater
𓂃🖋 Oneshot (~1.2k) | AO3
Beloved,
I made it out of dungeons at last — in body, that is.
In spirit I have long since been wandering and dreaming to distract myself from the miserable existence that I was subjected to. And subjected myself to; you know as well as I do that at times the long, twisted road of deception is a safer path to tread than brute force.
I had to let them take me. Though it means little either way.
The mortal king has, as was to be expected, grown fond of me already. He wants the divine secrets that only our kind has to offer, and more important yet, power and immortality. I promised him all of these things, of course, and he might well get at least a taste of some before I seize victory from his greedy, filthy hands.
There will be a price to pay, however, that much I know already. Not only the shameful matter of allowing mortals to take me prisoner like a lowly incarnate, but also the realm in itself.
I despise Númenórë, precious. I hate it.
It is full of foul, indecent Men, crawling all over the island like the vermin they are. They consume lots of slimy seafood, presumably another "gift" from Ulmo and his ilk, and they audaciously serve me these abominations as well, expecting not only that I should eat them, but also praise their odious cuisine. They love the sea and venture out often, thinking themselves great explorers as if anything they could ever find has not been known for ages untold to us, the makers of this world. They worship our father and the vain Valar who in their eyes are nothing but strange gods they have never seen but bow to nevertheless, while they call us hateful names.
And yet I must smile and gracefully endure the company of the king and those he surrounds himself with. He has named me his advisor now — a decision he will undoubtedly come to regret, though not a second before my designs for him come to pass and he faces his inevitable doom.
The queen, it is said, was married to the king against her will, and I can certainly see the utter lack of charm that necessitated a forceful course of action. She does not lie with him willingly, and unfortunately his lust has fallen upon me instead.
He leers at me when he asks me about our secrets. He corners me when I tell him about power. He touches me when I speak of you. He attempts to hold me when I praise your name.
He has even had the audacity to call me a servant.
Precious,
the king has laid hands on me again. In fact he has only just now exited my chambers, satisfied with his detestable deeds, leaving me to bear the shame and impurity of a mortal's touch.
I try not to see and not to feel when he comes near me. I try not to recoil or weep or destroy him for the crime of despoiling what belongs only to you. I try not to mourn the loss of our intimacy, long ago though it has been: This form was made for you, made for our love and our pleasure.
Not for a mortal king.
He grows bolder now, having realised that I will not defend myself, and takes what he wants. And I have to let him. I could, perhaps should destroy him, burn down these chambers, the castle, the entire city with him and flee, but alas, I cannot and will not. For such petty revenge is not enough; the entire realm must fall.
He does not even have the decency to humbly accept the grace that I show him. He treats me like a common whore, demeans and degrades me, handles me roughly, always takes and takes and takes and never asks. He claims I am nothing but a slave and a prostitute, yet it is him whose mind falls prey to my whispers and whose body cannot resist my beauty.
I hate it. I hate him. He disgusts me, and no amount of gold or ships or crowns could change that. I need not tell you that only you are King of Kings, and no other could even hope to come close to your glory. I need not tell you that I never wanted any other.
And yet... no matter how desperately I wish to burn those grasping, grimy, greedy hands whenever it comes into his foolish mind that a mortal could possess a Maia and he reaches for me, I must instead endure. I do not want it. I do not want any of this. But the plan must be executed, so that your enemies will be brought to ruin and returned to the doom you designed for them.
Worst of all is the knowledge that the king will be back soon. I must admit now that the potency of my charms has become a double-edged sword: So very effective, so very strong is the desire I inspire within the hearts of weak mortal Men, yet being the object of such desire is a most undignified position to be in.
He is insatiable, thoroughly ensnared, and I am... afraid.
My love,
I am distraught, more than I have ever been. I know not what to say. I wanted to cry out to you, but could not allow your name to be sullied by being spoken while another takes what is yours.
Beloved, I have committed the most unforgivable blasphemy against you and our sacred union. I saw it coming, knew it would happen, prayed for your forgiveness in advance, yet it did nothing to dispel the horror of such acts.
I had to let a mere mortal violate my beautiful fána. I had to let a false king take me. I had to betray both you and myself for the sake of our perfect revenge.
I want to burn my fána. I will burn it once I no longer need it.
Even so, I weep. This is the very same fána that you touched, the one that bears the marks of your love. I desperately want to shed a skin so defiled, but the thought of losing what little I have left of you is unbearable.
Forgive me, my love. Forgive me for letting a filthy mortal have me. Forgive me for sacrificing what is yours as well as mine. I swear that I did it only for you, for only the thought of you can keep me in this world — the thought of how you will smile when you behold the ruin of our enemies, how you will laugh, how pleased you will be with me.
I have been trying to cleanse myself with water instead, but it is insufficient. I heated it until it was boiling, but it was not enough.
I still feel his touch upon me, and it disgusts me.
And if I shall burn to be rid of this filth upon me, so too shall the king and his entire realm. My flames shall feast upon mortal flesh as tribute for my sacrifice, and death shall claim all who remain until there is no one and nothing left of accursed Númenórë and its king.
Thanks for reading! ♡
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𝓱𝓲 💖 (sorry for this asdkjfhjijhj)
im back and i have returned (to everyone's dismay) and i come bearing gifts - i have found the pages where i had my vendetta sequel mc drawn in!! 😈
here's my first doodle of rei when i was designing him - i didnt have the proper markers to colour him in but i used what markers i could get my hands on at the time lol but i did fuck up his face :(
(closeup)
now i have lots of doodles i drew alongside this fullbody design of his and without further ado >:)
here are some facts i wrote about him 😊 as well as rei decorating his helmet :D
though i'll write it down here if you can't read my messy ass handwriting (sorry about that hsjdhsd)
»»————- ★ ————-««
FACTS ABOUT REI 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO:
➭ loves all things cutesy and colourful
➭ acts and whines like an actual toddler (because it forces his family to give him attention whenever he's being an actual pain in the ass 💞)
➭ reckless af and hates when people fret over him or protect him (that's his job. 👺)
➭ unironically thinks that blood splatters on his clothes look good on him (rei doesn't care if he's seen covered in blood in public, he can make millions of excuses why it isn't blood >:D)
" NO this isn't blood this is paint 😇"
" tf did you think this was?? i spilled my kool aid all over my clothes 😪"
just to name a few, lol
➭ would honestly sell his soul for a lifetime supply of strawberry milkshakes (this is totally not me projecting myself onto rei when it comes to taro milk tea 💀)
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now here's another doodle of rei using his blood manipulation powers 😋 also ignore the pencil text below LMAO
so i did mention in my first ask about rei that he loves to explode things-
yeah um idk if luka and jackal would give their menace of a son explosives or a grenade launcher if they knew that this is how he'd act with them LMFAOO
i also mentioned that rei makes the best belgian waffles! (send help hes holding me at gunpoint and forcing me to say this)
here's rei offering a divine dish of waffles to my vendetta mc, remedy / remi 💕💕 and look at his face! his mouth is practically watering in anticipation to gobble up the waffles! 💗💝💘💓
okay on a side note- i made some small drawings of rei in a different outfit and was actually gonna include this in the ref but i didnt like it because it looked ugly 😭 so i made a poor life decision to cut these two abominations out and now they're on my phone 💟
(closeups)
anyways now here have a drawing of rei as demoman from the hit game tf2!!11!1!11!! 😲😳
(he really looks like a dollarstore demoman lol)
(reference used):
now if you have been on the internet during its baby phase im sure you may understand the reference i used for this doodle 🤭
yknow looking back at this downgraded rip off drawing of the original this is actually a shit drawing LMAO (how tf do you draw flames and smoke pls help 💔)
now one thing i like to headcanon about rei is that whenever he starts to get frustrated or is having a hard time with carrying out an assassination he decides to do fuck all and blow everything up with literally anything flammable he could find because no target survives being blown to oblivion! (which happens more often than you think...)
i like to think while this is an easy way out for rei, it is an absolute nightmare and a headache for the rest of his family 😌
(they probably would have to deal with unwanted attention because rei doesn't give a shit about keeping a low profile and people may tie him to the Morozovs 🤗 they also may struggle to come up with cover stories as these arson incidents become more frequent - because rei is the type of person who values quantity over quality, where he challenges himself to complete multiple assassinations so he can receive praise from his family 😂🤪 and it also doesn't help that he would rather cut corners and take the easy way out when it comes to his work)
luka and jackal: " these fires are getting out of hand, we can't keep doing this... "
fucking rei: " DAD 1 AND DAD 2!! LOOK!! THATS ME!! THAT BURNING BUILDING, I DID THAT!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD "
(reference used):
now moving on to a somewhat ironic drawing, here's a doodle of rei in a raincoat vibing in the rain ✨(aside from overalls, rei loves to wear raincoats - and would rather wear them instead of wintercoats when it's cold LOL) rei is the type of person to prioritize fashion than comfort :(
now here's a crappy drawing of cousin bonding time (rei and remedy)
tbh i dont really like this scribble lol - this is just filler because i hated empty patches in my paper 🤡
now, a word from our sponsor; rei himself!! he is presenting his aforementioned homemade waffles in greater detail :)
and now, cue the advertisement that totally is not completely false and not just rei's delusional and stubborn ramblings on that he creates the best waffles and that waffle makers are inferior to him ☺️
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Rei's amazing homemade Belgian waffles! ♥
(𝑀𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇!)
♥ 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲!
(𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝) ♥
♥ 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀
(𝙏𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘, 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 >:( ) ♥
♥ 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘆𝗿𝘂𝗽 >:)
(𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡!) ♥
♥ 𝟷𝟶/𝟷𝟶 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛!
(𝙍𝙚𝙞'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜! :) ) ♥
i feel like im trying too hard to be funny here, lmao 🤡💀
anyways, here are the full pages of all of the drawings :D
alright so thats finally all i have - if i somehow get my motivation to draw or do literally anything productive ill start working on my vendetta mc's (remedy) ref sheet 👹
(im sorry for this cesspool of cringe again btw LMAO)
Rei sounds so chaotic and kinda sweet at the same time 😆
Also, I love the lil headcanon about the waffle. You can bet that big bro will boast about how his lil brother can make really good waffles to his friends whenever he hang out or has breakfast with them 🥺
Thank you for sharing all these lovely drawings and headcanons about your upcoming sequel MC 🥰
#vendetta fanart#vendetta fanworks#mc art#if: vendetta#if vendetta#vendetta if#if game#if wip#dashingdon#choicescript
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I JUST FINISHED THE STULTIFERA NAVIS STORY AND I HAVE THOUGHTS.
Let me preface this by saying that I am also part of the demographic of “EN Sucks at Reading”. Well, I can *read*, but I kind of suck at interpreting characters sometimes so bear with me and share your thoughts because I’m very bad at literary analysis and can only understand surface level themes without anyone to guide me but I’m trying my best
I
LOVED IT
And not JUST because my husband played a pivotal role in the event okay
Spoilers under the cut!
I haven’t played through Under Tides yet so I’m missing a teeny bit of context, but oh my god
Laurentina “waking up” and recovering her memories? Alphonso and Garcia doomed to sixty years alone aboard the Stultifera Navis and sailing her towards her slow decay? High Inquisitor Dario’s sacrifice and the light of his lantern refusing the burn out, JORDI being WAY MORE TALENTED THAN HE GIVES HIMSELF CREDIT FOR, STRAIGHT UP REPAIRING A LIGHTHOUSE AND A BOAT BASED ON OLD BLUEPRINTS AND FINDING THE STULTIFERA NAVIS AND SAVING ALL THREE HUNTERS AND IRENE AAAAA
Wait ok let me try to gather my thoughts cause there’s specific things I want to talk about.
Thiago being unwilling to let the Inquisition into his town because he still held a grudge against them ultimately led to his death. He wanted to puppet the Church of the Deep who had infiltrated Gran Faro into pushing the Inquisition out of the town, but was selfish; he wanted to have his cake and eat it too; he wanted to preserve Gran Faro and its legacy, but in the process he let the Seaborn fester and take over the whole place silently, while the Inquisition couldn’t do anything to help because he was simply a stubborn old man. It’s doubly ironic because as Carmen reveals, his Aegir wife was also a part of the Church of the Deep. I would like the theorize that his wife was the one who perpetrated the spread of the Nethersea Brand in Gran Faro, but that’s just headcanon.
Laurentina and Amaia. They’re connected to each other through the Seaborn Cells in their body, and the experiments Specter was put through, and in many ways you could consider Amaia “Specter’s” creator in a sense. Laurentina and Specter really are two different people, and we can see the moment Specter disappears and Laurentina wakes up. But even after Amaia “becomes one” with the Seaborn, Laurentina still calls the abomination by the name of “Amaia”, and I wonder if it’s due to a lingering sense of connection, if only in the sense that they are mortal enemies. It’s kind of like Laurentina knows that Amaia is still in there. Which, well she is, she became part of We Many.
I seem to have missed a critical piece of information regarding Skadi that was covered in Under Tides, so I’ll be skipping over that. Once the Under Tides record restoration comes around I know what I’ll be up to.
JORDI! MY GOD YOU DID SO WELL! Can you imagine piecing together incredibly complex technology only through luck, instinct, and some tattered, centuries old blueprints?! He says he’s an ordinary person but what kind of ordinary person can do all that?! He’s at the very least got incredible skill to interpret old blueprints, and make something as old as that lighthouse to work! Like AAAAAAA I’M PROUD OF YOU ALSO YOU NEED MANY BLANKETS AND SNUGGLES YOU HAVE SO MUCH TRAUMA.
Irene reporting to Dario’s lantern at the very end made me cry ok. She wanted her Maestro to know that she gave it her all, and although the conclusion wasn’t satisfactory she still accomplished a lot. It hurts to know that she had to find out through the very things she was fighting, the things she saw as abominations of sin. It’s like the refused to believe it until she saw Saint Carmen’s face and accepted it.
And the fact that the Stultifera was circling above an Aegir City the whole time… so close, yet so far. The Abyssal Hunters both succeeded and failed, and while they found “home”, they couldn’t return.
There’s… a lot. And I’m no good at literary analysis. I just point out things that I like…
It’s 11 pm, I’m tired, and I’m trying to process everything I just read.
#bad literary analysis#Nyan plays arknights#Arknights#Arknights Stultifera Navis#stultifera navis#nyan talks#man why did I ever take AP English if I’m no good at this#I mean I wasn’t good at AP English either#maybe someone smarter than me will help me figure some shoot out#long post
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guess what heartwrenching Leper/Jester implications I found out about today!
So, you know how in both DD1 and DD2, various lineups have a chance to have an associated/relevant nickname attached to them? Well, check out this one:
YEP. For Jester, apparently just being in a lineup with the Leper brings up memories so bitter that they are equivalent to the memories brought to Junia when she's put into lineup with the man who tortured her.
Which like, understandable, insofar as Sarmenti's years in court were legitimately torture and abuse, but Baldwin's connection to those times is a whole lot more tenuous than the connection Vestal has to bitter memories with Flagellant. Leper was a king of his own kingdom, yes, but:
1) it wasn't the kingdom Sarmenti was the court jester for,
2) Baldwin was legitimately a good king unlike the Jester's Tyrant, and
3) Other than the gold and perhaps his bearing, there's nothing about Leper that really screams 'king' and should bring that association to mind for him. And from what little we know, The Tyrant's bearing was likely a whole lot regal. (Unlike Damian's memory association for Junia, as he's still identically batshit compared to how he used to be- he just looks like a corpse now and is afraid of death.)
So, I like to think of this in two potential ways:
1) either it's like Dreams and they met before, and that's what tints it bitter, or
2) it's like how someone once put as a (now paraphrased) caption for a (really good) fancomic about the two (that you should look up, as i can't think enough to find it atm); the bitterness doesn't come from the fact that Baldwin was a king. It's that he wasn't Sarmenti's king, as Baldwin is sure to have been a lot kinder and more appreciative of his skill if only he was at that court instead.
Of course, I may be reading way too much into it, but you know me well enough by now to know that overanalysis is basically my main hobby. xD
You got any thoughts on all this, yourself? If not, no biggie!
oh good heavens that is delicious and painful.
side note, i love a lot of the party combos in DD1 and DD2. where else are you gonna get Clown Car (vestal-jester-jester-jester), Tank 'N Spank (occultist-vestal-crusader-leper), Chain The Beast (plague doctor-bounty hunter-abomination-maa), Fire And Steel (vestal-duelist-runaway-crusader), Insane Clown Posse (grave robber-hwm-maa-jester) and Ballroom Blitz (grave robber-jester-duelist-crusader)?
even though characters don't have special barks for each other (save for Dismas' Lost Crusade barks when looking for his boyfriend Reynauld)- which is understandable as i imagine it would be a massive pain in the ass- this one single party name says a lot about what might be going on in Sarmenti's head. he's fine, don't worry about it. don't worry about the way he stares at Baldwin every free moment. He's Fine.
the 'wishes he was his king' idea is the more likely one, honestly. what kickstarted Dreams for me was the thought that maybe they'd crossed paths at least once, and it still doesn't seem to be a widespread idea from my corner of the fandom. as you pointed out, Baldwin is very much not like the Tyrant Sarmenti knew. a king but not a tyrant. bitter memories indeed.
this is probably how it's meant to be read!! and i love analyzing things, it's fun and painful at the same time
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gwilin's thoughts on the aedra
Akatosh
"Yeah, sure, this guy likes to think he's head honcho. But it's easy to act all tough when you've got the Imperial apparatus at your back."
Arkay
"We'll all only ever need Arkay twice in our lives: once when we're born and again when we die. Glad he's there to usher us in and out, I guess. Could he do me a solid and get rid of winter?"
Dibella
"I feel for her. A lot of people got her pegged as the 'sex god', but she's more than that. Though I guess I have her to thank for me getting pegged, so... thank you? And also sorry."
Julianos
"If you're looking for a divine to worship and you'd like them to Say Words Real Good, Julianos works. I do wonder what his source of power is. Probably the beard..."
Kynareth
"They say she presides over the turning of every tide, and that no twist of fate unravels without her hand. So if she could 'turn the tide' of making a fat sack of septims appear in front of my doorstep, I'd really appreciate it."
Mara
"My dad had a little shrine to Mara on our farm. He prayed to her every day in the hopes we'd always have a good harvest.
Once, we had a wildfire spread to our fields. The anguish of watching half a year's worth of work go up in smoke is not something that is easy for me to remember, or articulate. But the wildfire ended up taking care of a locust plague we'd been struggling to contain. They probably would've spread to all the nearby farms, if it hadn't come along.
I like to think that was her doing her best, which I can't fault her for. In her name, I choose to be a little more compassionate than that."
Stendarr
"I'm really torn here. On the one hand, I've never been treated better for my wounds by anyone than by the healers who honed their craft according to his teachings. On the other, Stendarr would exclude those in most dire need of his mercy–the abominations, the monsters. If he is the 'Apologist of Men', does he not recognize that they, too, suffer, as men do? If they can bear the very same wounds of the soul, should they not be treated for the wounds of their flesh?
Actually, nevermind. This guy's an asshole for sure."
Zenithar
"I'm not even gonna lie to you, I forget he exists. Thanks for concentrating all the Empire's wealth in Cyrodiil. Would love for you to change my 14-hour workday situation, if possible."
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✾ Corpse Flower Symbolism - Kaede
I’ve come to associate Kaede with spider lilies pretty heavily, both aesthetically and symbolically. For a few reasons.
Funnily enough, about half the reason is that he’s pretty and dangerous. The whole ‘looks can be decieving’ bit. More than that, he’s a pretty flower in a field of dead ones, the only one still in bloom (considering his family). But I digress - this is just the reason that got things started.
The truth of it is, Kaede is overwhelmingly surrounded by death and made to be responsible for it - to herald it in. Moreover, his inability to protect Terin thereby resulting in his death weighs extraordinarily heavily on him, once more proving his inherent responsibility over death to himself. Proving Kurai and the rest of his clan right about him. It is his fault, it is his cross to bear, it is his blame to take. So there’s a psychological reason for my association. They all blame him, and he believes it, just as well as he kills curse users without remorse and flippantly leads his brother to his death. Just as his inability to sense the lingering ghosts and abominations remaining at the Shikabane estate had led to a second massacre. His inaction, his mediocrity, his absence and inability to ignore his pain - it’s why they’re all dead. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t, but too rigidly determined to fulfill his duty that he can’t help but blame himself too.
The flowers themselves only serve as signifiers of death, and the context needn’t always be violent. Just as he is crushed under the weight of unnecessary expectation, blame, and the like, he is ever and constantly in a state of mourning, especially following Terin’s death. He watched him die, avenged that death with prejudicial brutality, and he curses himself to this day about it, but the fact of the matter is - he is grieving, always. Grieving his brother. Grieving his lost childhood, pushed to become something he never wanted to be. Grieving his humanity, forced to sacrifice friendship and love for the sake of those who blame and blame and blame him. Grieving his mother, his uncles, cousins, aunts, grandparents, missing what too few memories he might still have of them. He saw it all, saw them away. Saw them die. Countless people, watched them all die. So many corpses laid at his feet. He survives as the spider lily, preventing the wild animals from further desecrating what remains of both his family and himself (in the greater scheme).
If we consider his technique set, and especially his relationship with the youkai, I’d think it’s probably fair to say that reincarnation would also play into this a bit. Since Divine Retribution - joint spell with the youkai - has the capacity to eviscerate a soul, remove it from the reincarnation cycle, it effectively goes against the whole ’ greeting of the newly departed to the next cycle ’ thing. It’s a direct contradiction, yes, but I think that’s probably what drives a lot of the above home. The youkai eats, absorbs, and forever halts souls in their cycles. There is no next life. There is no heaven. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. The youkai is an extremely powerful demon, brought on by the love of Kaede’s mother and unbridled hatred for their family, using him to achieve the ultimate goal of slaughtering every sorcerer involved with what happened to her and what they’d done to Kaede. Perhaps this means simply the ’ next life ’ is really just fuel for a viciously angry youkai. She adds a bit of a hellish edge to Kaede’s techniques as well, even moreso than before, so the ’ hell flower ’ thing…I’m just saying.
In a more, I guess, natural sense, the Shikabane estate was once completely overgrown with red spider lilies. So many of their own had died there, buried beneath the grounds, planting a brilliant field of spider lilies above them seemed as good a deterrent as any. Apt, feeding into their collective ego. Kaede, however, always hated them. He hated being reminded of just how much death their family had been responsible for, indulgent in, and how much they’d blamed him for. Likewise, Kurai understood this, so he tried his best to replace them with his favorites instead (he wasn’t always garbage), i.e. hydrangeas. However, he didn’t get them all, meaning death was still on the horizon for their family - which, yeah, definitely, if we consider the second massacre. But I also really think Kaede would probably, after having destroyed the Shikabane estate, have planted spider lilies there again. Prevent both animals and people from messing with it. One mass grave.
Hm, I dunno. I thought my thoughts were a bit better collected than this.
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Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 5
Pages 121-150
Cody, why do you keep having to have hyper realistic eyes it's unsightly.
So Cody only messes with Mike's trauma around the bite, presumably because it wouldn't work nearly as well on people who didn't see it:
This thing can warp reality to his whims. Which already is a far cry from the powersets we've seen so far.
For whatever reason: Cody Afton is a powerful presence in the bulding.
Cody is a lot less open to Mike's investigation it seems. Rather snidely remarking "Let's play 20 questions".
His dialogue pops out of his word bubbles quite frequently and he's visibly glitching.
His wording is very specific:
"Cause if he could get his hands on Cody's soul he'd put it in the robot with the LIKNESS of the head crusher"
He's not in the suit that bit him.
Which was something foreshadowed by the two robots having small details wrong:
The teeth and outfits specifically. The suit Cody is in is much more similar to the Freddy we already met back in the first few pages.
Possibly just a straight recolor of that one than the Fredbear animatronic we know took a bite out of Cody.
Rather this suit is one that LOOKS like Fredbear.
Which uh, begs the question: Why was the other one in the poster/the floating head.
Also William wasn't behind this.
Rather some girl was. Wonder who she is...
HEYO IT'S THAT PUPPET PLUSH! :D
The one robot HENRY made...
I didn't bring up Henry before, we don't have much to go off of with him yet, the one robot he made is possessed by a girl, and she has the power to stuff souls into the robots.
This event pisses Cody off as this suit wasn't something he would have chosen for himself.
He's a self described abomination which reflects how he truly feels about himself and his situation. He's also quick to rage.
Cody's soul was fragmented and missing a big chunk...Odd. Wonder what happened to the rest of it...
Cody's body seems to actively warp to a more...realistic bear. He has gums and his teeth grow sharper.
So "Cody' isn't really "Cody Afton" at all. At least not a direct ghost way...
Rather some weird amalgamation of Cody Afton's soul, this suit and rage.
We continue to see his powers are rather disturbing, his ability to warp reality being used once again.
His mimic of Mike has dead eyes which are just, lovely to look at...
Cody that's unsightly stop it.
He drops Mike into the void. Bye Mike.
Falling falling here we go.
Funny how he says "Son of a bastard" instead of "Son of a bitch"
Bet that's not relevant at all.
He's still not convinced what he's seeing is REAL. I wouldn't either. Shit is wild.
Cody continues to distance himself from "Cody Afton" by talking in the third person, but I'm going to keep calling him Cody just for simplicity sake.
Hah.
I mean.
True.
Considering what we've seen.
Mike admits to his mission's details further:
He's trying to stop people from dying here.
Neato.
Mike's cool.
Few things:
Hi Cody Afton.
People did NOT get this shot: Fucking...he fell...so far. Upside-down and now he's right-side up again. IT'S REALITY WARPING AGHHHHH. ISN'T THAT COOL!? LIKE BRO I FEEL LIKE IT'S COOL!!! Also we're back in Fredbear land you can tell cause of the floor.
Cody's human design here was fun to think of: It's clearly him as a young man compared to when he died as a child..
Cody's eyes are still dead, along with his fingers being tinted black. He's designed to look like a corpse.
Cody giving warnings and a reality check.
Someone's trying to scare you straight.
Showing him an end Mike isn't a fan of.
And because I've spoiled this before: Where Mike starts corrupting into Freddy is foreshadowing for smth down the line. Hehehehhehe.
I enjoy the method of "Freddy-fication" is slapping. That's just amusing.
Hah. He's stubborn.
Notice how Cody doesn't refute Mike's assumption it's William behind what's going on...
He would know after all as an all seeing presence in the building...
Makes sense since he IS the guy who's building the robots with people in em.
Cody's sad. Aww.
Mike's one determined mother fucker considering everything.
Haha: He was pissed with that drop kick.
Cody's parting message is just, wonderful. I love Cody. XD
The corruption fades away as Mike falls back down the hole he previously rose/fell from.
Huh.
So SOMEBODY'S afraid of their daddy for some reason...
William must be a scary guy if the reality warping demi god is spooked.
Also oh my goodness there were two of them-
WHO THE HECK IS IN THE FREDBEAR!?
Whoever they are, they find this shit hilarious. They seem to be on good terms with Cody whoever they are considering from Cody's words, the "Floating head" with flat teeth is this entity and they co-op scares together.
For people who know game stuff: You know that they laugh like a girl because of the Golden Freddy laughter clips.
HI BONNIE! :D
Mike wtf is wrong with your hand?
Also more conformation Mike doesn't smoke and in fact finds it repulsive.
Mike's been asleep? I GUESS.
Weiiiird.
It's 5 Am now.
Also not a cheeky reference to the FNAF rap in no way is this a cheeky reference-
Okay fine
"IT'S FIVE AM I'M GOING STEADY, NOW I'M SCREWED IT'S GOLDEN FREDDY!!!"
Yes. There's a lot of FNAF song jokes in this comic. Because I'm a filthy FNAF fan to my core.
Obviously SOMETHING is going on with the hand Cody messed with...
And oh my. Cody's reputation proceeds him...
So he's KNOWN stalker gotcha.
That door on the stage I mentioned earlier? That's where this bitch is camping out.
Imagine just ripping your own head off to get your point across.
It starts to become clear what Cody's personality is outside of just being an ass:
He's an angsty trickster.
They're playing Minecraft. Because if Bonnie's "Older brother" vibe wasn't apparent before it is now. XD
Which hurts cause of how Cody ended at the hands of his actual older brother Josh.
Also Cody only comes out when there's "A gap in the nightguards"
Aka they're dead and or quit.
It's the nightguards he's avoiding being scene vulnerable in front of.
DEAR GOD. DID PEOPLE MISINTURPRET WHAT BONNIE WAS SAYING HERE.
People legit have NO READING COMPREHENSION so let me get into Cody/Golden Freddy as a character:
People misconstrued: Anti social with "NOT TALKATIVE" Because people are dumb.
This is what I mean by people have NO READING COMPREHENSION.
Where did Bonnie say Cody "Doesn't talk" Where? I defy you to find that because it's not fucking here.
Nowhere. He never said that.
And I KNOW people were just reading each other's comments on webtoon and ignoring the source text because people REPEATED THE PHRASE WORD FOR WORD
"I DUNNO HE SEEMS PRETTY TALKATIVE"
HAHAHHAHAHA You'RE SO FUCKING FUNNY, BEING CHEEKY ABOUT THIS COMIC YOU CLEARLY AREN'T READING YOUR SO SMART OUTSMARTING ME BY SAYING I AS THE AUTHOR AM WRONG ABOUT WHAT I WROTE YOU'RE SO CUTE TEEHE
This pissed me off. A lot. Because holy shit how hard is it to read the actual comic to base your ideas off of and NOT other people's comments?????
Let's go over what Bonnie ACTUALLY HAS TO SAY ABOUT CODY SHALL WE?
"He's not exactly the social type if you catch my drift"
"but when he's down there, it means he's avoiding everyone and wants to be alone"
"He only really comes out when there's a gap in night guards"
"I don't think he likes getting caught on camera"
"It's a bit weird he came to see you"
"What I'm getting at is he's a bit shy"
Where in there, did Bonnie say Cody/Golden Freddy doesn't speak?
I'll wait.
Oh wait, it's not there: Because this was pulled out of someone's ass to get an "Actually" on me. Because "Actually"ing authors/comic artists is the biggest thing I notice people LOVE TO DO. For NO REASON.
"Tehehe, I'm so smart I saw through your bad writing, all I had to do was be an idiot to do it! :D"
Stop acting stupid to try and one up authors/artists. You just look dumb as hell I promise.
What Bonnie was ACTUALLY getting at: Is that Cody is anti-social. He avoids people and doesn't like interacting with others unless it's on HIS terms. Because despite all his big talk HE IS SHY. He in fact IS EXTREAMLY TALKATIVE. He MASKS when he does feel empathy through rage and taunts. He WARNS Mike to gtfo for really no other reason than from concern as the mask of not caring and rage slipped. He even REPEATED the advice Bonnie gave: LIVE.
He usually masks his care through terrifying the crap out of people but as we've seen HE WILL TALK TO THEM. The only person we know FOR SURE he has a good relationship with as of this moment IS BONNIE. And he TALKED to Bonnie.
Literally WHERE in these sets of pages could you get "He's not talkative" from??? Where would you assume a character SAID that?
Jesus Christ. This kind of brain dead reading of media just grinds my gears.
Even MIKE refutes the idea Cody is "shy". Which Mike, you don't know Cody that well... He could be shy in most circumstances AS WE SEE IN THE FLASHBACK for all he knows.
Bonnie even seems to KNOW Cody scares the crap out of night guards, considering Cody's appearance to Mike concerns him.
Anyways this was the kind of brain dead "I'm not paying attention to what I'm reading" shit that made me disable comments on the Webtoon of Creations. Because it was JUST shit like this in the comments. I like to call this concept: Comment inbreeding. Because you're just taking ideas from other commenters, when someone was already wrong creating abominations of media inturpritation.
COME UP WITH YOUR OWN IDEAS WHILE READING A PEICE OF WORK. DO NOT RUN TO THE COMMENTS.
So far, only ONE of my comics vocal fanbase has actually understood EVERYTHING I lay down onto the table: And that's the FSR audience.
Webtoon audiences did this AGAIN with William's character in the side comics. Calling a character who has built complex machinery and hid his crimes from everyone, an idiot, ONLY because he isn't socially skilled.
How fucking stupid do you have to be to compare social skills with intelligence? Like that's straight ableism shit but I digress.
I hated the comments on this comic and like: Again I hate to be an ass who disses their own fans but Jesus Christ what are you a fan of if you don't even get what you're reading and seemingly only read to try and get a "Gotcha" on me??? Why are you searching for flaws where they don't fucking exist?
There's TONS of errors in this comic: mostly art and spelling related ones. Because here's a secret: I CAN'T FUCKING SPELL HALF THE TIME. :D
I think the Creations comics have the MOST design/art errors out of ANY of my comics because I designed some of these bitches way to complex. (Funtime Freddy's colors are one example)
But the dialogue isn't really one of them????
Anyways apologies for the rant. This kind of brain dead analysis/lack of analysis of art (Not even just mine, in general) just pisses me off.
My brother Billy Because he is WAY more into webcomics than me. showed me a comment section on a comic he was reading the other day: Where people were so stupid they didn't realize there was a time skip, and he SHOWED ME where it said there was a timeskip: AND IT WAS IMPOSIBLE TO MISS.
I shit you not: The top 5+ comments on this tapas comic were all about how people were confused because they didn't realize/didn't care to notice there was a time skip.
I feel so sorry for that comic creator and I'm sure they are also in pain over this shit.
Like the method of "Rush to the comments to get an explanation instead of READING" was/is such an issue. Why?
Why can you just read it?
I swear, I felt like the "Rick and Morty is only for high IQ people" but for reals. And that's silly because this comic is A GOOFY ASS FNAF AU.
Sure there's a LOT to it, but it's like, not even an hour read to read the whole thing in one sitting. You can retain information for an hour lmfao. And if you can't over LONG times of waiting for updates: REREAD UPDATES.
Oh hey Michael's relevant again.
Mike you're sus.
People didn't get this either:
Reality is a lie. That's the point of this scene. Cody's affects lingered. Cody's scene was REAL.
Also Mike, you talk like you have personal experience with that.
Bonnie continues to just be a bro.
HAHA WOAH WHO DAT MIKE????
Heheheheheh.
That's Jeremy isn't it Mike?
HELLO GHOST-
Mike doesn't seem to see him.
Butt touch. Touching that butt-
Also funny reference to what Mike said at the start of the comic.
He cracked guys.
Our boy smiled.
What we know now:
Bonnie is virtually conformed to be this Jeremy person Mike's looking for.
And that means Jeremy is dead.
Mike and Jeremy clearly had a friendly relationship, whoever they were to each other.
So back to why Mike was hanging onto the cigarettes:
Were those for Jeremy? Seems likely. Bonnie's speech pattern seemed to shock Mike the first time they met and Mike's "It's nice to see you again" was clearly directed at Jeremy NOT Bonnie himself.
Jeremy's text here is in green and if you'll remember Bonnie's eyes flashed green when Mike said that.
YALL KNOW I LOVE FORSHADOWING. HAHAHAHAHHAHA
Anyways funny how it ends here for now. Perfect cut off.
#fnaf au#fnaf comic#fnaf fan comic#fnaf fan art#fnaf creations au#fnaf golden freddy#golden freddy#mike schmidt#fnaf michael afton#michael afton#bonnie#fnaf bonnie#fnaf puppet
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Hi just wanted to let you know that after finishing the Hop & Hau PMMM posts that I am now drafting a fanfic in my head where
So basically The two Warlocks Sayf and Kinimaka somehow meet, idk how w/ the regional differences but they do
And Sayf is like "well this is a nice barrier, I like it a lot, but I have audience expectations and a legacy to live up to" and Kinimaka is very firm about no disturbance to his heaven
So Sayf does the most logical thing he can do
And just surrounds the weaker warlock's barrier with his own
See? Aren't you so much safer with my protection? If anybody were to enter you heaven and threaten it? I'll just snatch them up and make a spectacle upon which my audience will cheer
(It's basically Hala and the "being to soft on the boy" and sheltering theme all over again yippee!)
And if any of my challenger prove too disappointing, unwilling to fight? Off to you they go
Maybe they set up a routine, where Sayf spends some time in Kinimaka's barrier just to indulge in the escapism of it, then returning to his own barrier when the itch for battle becomes too much
And Kinimaka? Doubt he'd be pleased that Sayf refuses to become lcl one w/ his barrier, but hey at least he comes back routinely, and even gives or takes humans that'd be perfect for either
Friendship/Puppy Love, but you're two Eldritch abominations doomed to drown in despair
I won't be surprised if the more likely outcome was that Sayf and Kinimaka fought and the former won
But hey I like the idea of warlocks/witches/magicians being friendly w/ one another
Will it ever be posted? No but I might as well share the idea
*inhaaaaaale...*
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! /POS
THIS IS??? SO FUCKING ADORABLE???? Ok, ok, analysis hat is back on-
Actually, it is very possible for witches to migrate from one point to another, as presented to us in Magia Record; the issue for when it comes to those within the Pokemon universe, however, is the issue of adaptability and not being aware of how things work in the region they've arrived in due to their despair-clouded minds. For example, if a witch arrived in Alola and targeted another one in a fight, you'd bet the others there won't be so happy (because themes of unity and all, as well as the fact that witches there only target other people and pokemon- not their kin); queue the torches, pitchforks, and cotton candy.
Thankfully, even as a warlock, Sayf still retains his intelligence somewhat- even if it is as much as, let's say, to the levels of Winchester's. I think he'd be able to catch on to how things operate in the region- and even if he made a slip-up, he's tough enough to take on an angry mob of witches before realizing the gravity of his mistake.
As for the two goobers themselves and how they interact, you've captured that SO WELL <3333 I adore the healthy, albeit mutually parasitic, relationship they have going on; Sayf managing to be a hero to at least one person, while Kealamauloa, while disappointed that this new friend of his won't accept eternal happiness, is at least enjoying some company and is appreciative of how he's making his goals easier.
I cannot bear to see how unlucky their victims are gonna be and the kind of whiplash they'll be constantly forced to experience, lmao; one second you've found yourself trapped in a dingy, dim hallway before facing off against a mutilated black sheep donning gladiator armor. However, as you continue running for your life and do everything in your power NOT to engage in a fight with him, he gets so bored and disappointed with you that he just throws you to a nice bright paradise where a friendly dragon resides.
The irony in their situations is also amazing to point out; Sayf's pursuit of glory still hasn't stopped, and Keals is, once more, sheltered in one way or the other.
I also REALLY want them to talk about their problems; the memories of their human lives may be hazy from the madness, but the similarities and contrasts between the way they were both raised - one was emotionally neglected by all but the one person he now sees as his perfect, all-powerful hero, and the other was showered with love- yet that did nothing to stop him from seeing the truth of this world - would make an interesting topic for conversation. I could also see Sayf making sure the flora growing from Keals doesn't get too irritating, and Kealamauloa would try to make sure Sayf isn't suffering too much from his injuries by allowing him to relax and heal every once in a while.
And yep- Sayf would clear if such a fight were to occur. Kealamauloa may be able to wipe a town or even a city clean if he wanted to, but Sayf had managed to screw over all of Galar (whether or not the Isle of Armor and the Crown Tundra have been affected is up to ya'll's imaginations). I don't think I've elaborated too much on how exactly that happened aside from the people gradually going cuckoo-bananas, but, as a brief summary- think Roaring Town from the Ash-Veil Lane ARG and, once Sayf was at his full power and the region was in his hands, Hell from 'the (aka Coronation Day) with the trumpets and everything. I also forgot to mention that he did all that without the use of a witch's kiss/warlock's whisper thanks to Hop's powers of creating new memories- sorry for neglecting that detail!
Yeah- witches being friendly to one another is always a great basis for a tale like this; that's why this blog exists! Personally, I like to reimagine that this blog is a labyrinth that exists within the borders of the multiverse, and witches tend to pass by every once in a while just to share their stories and have a cup of joe every now and then. I'unno, but the idea of eldritch abominations just chilling in a 50's diner was just too cute of an idea to pass up!
Back to our goobers, Keals is already kind enough to most humans and witches that pass by their labyrinth, and so long as Sayf doesn't do anything too stupid and causes shit, the same mercy is extended to him. Have no worries, anon, the possibility of them being pals is there within the canon of this hypothetical AU! In fact, as I've already explained, most witches in Alola prefer to cooperate with one another rather than fight over their own territories.
Overall, you have no idea how receiving this has made my day!! Thank you so, so, so much for this!!! <333
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Won’t someone think of the children?! A Dal R'El Appreciation Post
By Ames
Okay, I meant to only do a Rok-Tahk appreciation post because a) she’s the best and b) who has the time to write all these blogposts? But I just can’t help myself. The community’s efforts to #SaveStarTrekProdigy have motivated me to keep the posts going, so here’s some more love for Star Trek: Prodigy. These installments probably won’t be as intense as the Rok post, but check out what makes Dal R'El such a great character.
[images © CBS/Paramount… I guess? For now? Yikes.]
Dal starts off as a terrible captain
The great thing about starting off a character with a lot of messed up personality flaws is that there’s that much room for them to grow. Like I said in Rok’s post: Perfect characters are boring. We saw a similar guided development in Julian Bashir in Deep Space Nine; he was downright unlikable early on until his relationships with other characters on the station gave him some foundation and his experience throughout the seasons provided the building blocks to becoming an ethical, respectable, and likable person. We’re seeing the same thing with Dal, whom we first see as a jerk for a lot of the show. He’s selfish. He’s clueless. He sees his crew members as things that do his bidding while he only does what’s best for him. You’re meant to hate his character. And that’s a good thing, because he’s not done cooking.
Dal comes clean to Janeway
One of the first really redeeming moments we see from Dal is when he first comes clean to Janeway about being Starfleet at the top of “Time Amok.” Damn, I just can’t say enough good things about that episode apparently. It provides so many learning moments for the characters, as you can see in spades in Rok’s plot in that episode as well. Dal could have continued the lie that they are cadets, but he’s growing. And out of some combination of frustration, guilt, and finally doing the right thing, he starts thinking of people other than himself. “Time Amok” is the perfect place for that first step in the right direction since it’s when the kids start acting like a crew themselves, way near the midseason break! Baby steps, Dal. He’s getting there.
Dal has inner demons
The longer character arc for Dal over the course of the season is his quest to find out who his people are. Being the only one of his kind is a huge weight for him to bear, and his loneliness guides his character for better or for worse (very frequently for worse, as mentioned above). He feels alone and so it’s fitting for his character to look out for only himself. It’s a long road to discovering his origins in “Masquerade,” an episode which expounds on his character isolation right when he was feeling like he might belong, and turning that character trait on its head by shifting it to his being an abomination. Dal is incredibly fragile, and it’s only through love from his friends that he starts to accept that he doesn’t need a family because he already has one in them. Sure, that’s a cutesy message, but it’s a kid’s show. Duh.
Dal goes fast
Okay, this one’s silly, but considering the whole Star Trek franchise has decided for some reason that all captains need a catchphrase and also a comical little metascene about them creating their catchphrase, Dal’s quote “Go fast” is probably my favorite. Okay, Captain Pike’s “Hit it” is pretty good too and always delivered excellently (that man can say anything and it’ll sound great), but there’s something innocent and sweet about “Go fast.” Dal is almost always out of his element when captaining the Protostar, and shows his naïveté by calling things childish names like the “pew pew button” and the “beamy part,” and it’s all a nice little giggle because he’s a kid. “Go fast” is the sort of silly that’s appropriate for his character, who is faking it until he makes it. And boy does he make it! Go Dal!
We love you, Dal! We love the other crew members of the Protostar too! We love Star Trek: Prodigy! Check out the other character appreciation posts for Rok-Tahk, Gwyndala, Jankom Pog, and Zero while you’re here. I know I can speak for not only the other hosts here at A Star to Steer Hey By but for myriad other fans when I seriously hope someone picks up this wonder of a show. We’re really looking forward to seeing more from these amazing child characters, and we’re seriously wishing we get that opportunity. #SaveStarTrekProdigy
#star trek#star trek podcast#podcast#star trek prodigy#prodigy#save prodigy#save star trek prodigy#dal r'el#augments
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My research has led me to the following 👇
Supposedly this is where Bill Gates owns a lot of land! Think of the derailment and what was affected! The King of poisoning humanity. The Deadman walking strikes again.
Is this where we "Watch the Water?" 🤔
Let's connect some dots👇
Where was the movie "White Noise" filmed? Ohio... Same plot as the Palestine Ohio scenario in the Netflix Movie.
The people were used as extras in the movie.
Questions: 👇
Have they already been through a dry run?
What if there is a simple harmless way to give the rainbow sheen to the water?
Is that why all the videos are outside with the people not caring about personal protection in a supposed "Highly Contaminated Area" with all the chemicals being deadly and highly cancerous?
Is this a psyop to see how many are going to live in fear?
Is this a psyop to wake people up?
Could the dead animals be props from the Netflix movie?
They put that foul odor in natural gas... What if they created a foul odor?
Think about it 👇
They write the scripts. Then they make the scripts come true.
White Noise
Contagion
Minority report
Outbreak
BirdBox
I Am Legend
Andromeda Strain
World War Z
28 Days Later
The more I think about it... The more I think it's a Psyopception 👇
I'm just asking questions.
Which is what we all should be doing. 🤔
I know I was posting a lot about it trying to help find truth in the crazy storyline, but the more I see and absorb what's coming out. It does seem like a movie. Let's all slow down and breathe because there are a lot of things happening and yes it does seem like we're being chemically attacked.
So let me add this to enlighten you. 👇
You will continually hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not frightened, for those things must take place, but that is not yet the end [of the age]. For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there will be famines and earthquakes in various places. But all these things are merely the beginning of birth pangs [of the intolerable anguish and the time of unprecedented trouble].
“Then they will hand you over to [endure] tribulation, and will put you to death, and you will be hated by all nations because of My name. At that time many will be offended and repelled [by their association with Me] and will fall away [from the One whom they should trust] and will betray one another [handing over believers to their persecutors] and they will hate one another.
Many false prophets will appear and mislead many. Because lawlessness is increased, the love of most people will grow cold. But the one who endures and bears up [under suffering] to the end will be saved.
This good news of the kingdom [the gospel] will be preached throughout the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and then the end [of the age] will come. “So when you see the ABOMINATION OF DESOLATION [the appalling sacrilege that astonishes and makes desolate], spoken of by the prophet Daniel, standing in the Holy Place (let the reader understand), then let those who are in Judea flee to the mountains [for refuge].
Matthew 24: 6 - 14
Never forget this has always been about saving the children. Ohio is HUGE in child trafficking. Everything is being exposed all over the world right now. Every country has their evil problematic people.
#pay attention#educate yourself#educate yourselves#reeducate yourself#knowledge is power#reeducate yourselves#think for yourself#think for yourselves#think about it#do your homework#do your research#do your own research#question everything#ask yourself questions#ask yourself#psyops#psyopception#think#ponder the thought#questions#biblical#it's biblical#bible lesson#it's going to be biblical#wake up america#wake the fuck up#wake up
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