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thefinalcinderella · 3 years

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Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 7 - The Qualifiers (Part 3)

After this chapter I have officially finished 50% of this book...yeah that’s right after 2 years I have finished half of this book...

Next chapter is pretty long, we might be staying there for a while folks

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. A “one-two finish” refers to members of the same team winning first and second place

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When Kakeru reached the finish line, he was handed a water bottle by a staff member and ordered to move; if he stayed near the finish line, he would become an obstacle to the later runners.

He wondered how the others were doing. He was worried, so he lingered under the trees next to the finish line to check on the situation. There was another cheer, and he caught a glimpse of a Kansei uniform on the other side of the crowd—it was Kiyose.

“Haiji-san!” Kakeru shouted and leapt out onto the pathway that the runners who finished passed through to get to the lawn. Kiyose was crouching. Startled, Kakeru ran over to him.

“Are you okay?”

He didn’t seem to be breathing too much. The runners who finished in the top rankings had that ability; they were able to run the race at their own pace and with ease. There was no way they would be gasping for breath and unable to move after reaching the finish line. “It’s your leg, right?” Kakeru judged after checking Kiyose’s breathing.

In order to lessen the burden on his muscles even just a little bit, Kakeru poured water from the bottle onto Kiyose’s shin. After Kakeru lent him a hand, Kiyose stood up and started walking with a slight limp in his right leg.

“Kakeru, good work.”

Kiyose’s first words were words of appreciation towards Kakeru. Is this really the right time for that? Kakeru felt like crying.

“Yes.”

When he hung his head, Kiyose laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Let’s go cheer on the others.”

“But, we should cool your leg imme—”

“It’s not a problem. Let’s go.”

Kiyose slipped into a gap between the spectators. Kakeru followed him, saying, “Excuse me.”

At the finish line, there was a close race for eightieth place. Since the results were decided by the combined times of ten people, everyone was desperate.

“It’s the twins, it’s the twins!”

Kakeru spotted Kansei uniforms in the tight group. On the other side of the course, Hanako was jumping up and down.

Jouta and Jouji both gritted their teeth and crossed the finish line. After them, Yuki, Musa, Nico-chan and Shindou finished in the eightieth to ninetieth places. King fought bravely and finished in one hundred and twenty-third place.

“Good. That’s a good pace,” Kiyose murmured. Prince, however, was nowhere to be seen. Among the regular schools, there were more and more that had all ten people finish the race.

“It’s not looking good for us at this rate.”

Kakeru stamped his foot. He almost wanted to run one more time himself. Is he here yet? Is he here yet? Then, from behind the trees, where Kakeru had been staring as if in prayer, Prince appeared.

“He’s staggering…” Kiyose furrowed his brow. Prince had already passed his limits, and his eyes were unfocused.

“Prince-san, run! The finish line is right in front of you!” Kakeru shouted, trying to at least guide him by ear.

“I know that.” Prince struggled forward, fighting the nausea that was rising up. Sweat was flowing from him and his fingers were unpleasantly cold. Where did the blood go? Prince vaguely wondered. My face is probably pale as a sheet of paper right now.

He was clearly anemic, but he couldn’t collapse here. There were twenty meters until the finish line. If Prince stopped running, Kansei, which only had ten people, would be eliminated from the qualifiers. If Hakone was a no-go for them because of him, his collection of books would surely be burned. He had to avoid that.

Prince summoned up all of his willpower. As soon as he did that, his stomach squeezed, and he finally felt an unendurable nausea.

He no longer cared about the several hundred people watching him. As Prince ran, he threw up with all his might. He could hear the female spectators along the route letting out cries of “Kyaa!”

“This is no time for throwing up! Run!” Kiyose’s angry voice rang out.

Are you a demon or something? This is why I hate sports clubs. Prince cursed at him in his head, wiping his dirty mouth with his hand. Of course, he had no intention of stopping his feet. He wondered why he was doing sports, something he wasn’t good at. He wondered why he had been doing all this running practice like an idiot.

It was to participate in the Hakone Ekiden.

Because I thought it would be nice to share in you guys’ muscle-headed dream for once…!

Prince crossed the finish line in one hundred and seventy-sixth place and lost consciousness on the spot.

Everyone in Chikusei-sou had fallen flat in their encampment on the lawn. Less than half of them had the energy to even check their wristwatches for their times after finishing. Yuki had given up on the attempt to clearly grasp the ten’s combined times.

The tallying and calculation of intercollegiate points took up more time than expected, so the results were to be announced at around eleven o’clock. They had to wait at least another hour after all the competitors had finished running.

“We’re in a delicate position.” Kiyose calmly calculated while icing his shin. “When averaging our positions, we’re probably in the mid-eighties. That’s borderline.”

“Depending on the intercollegiate points of the schools that are also borderline…”

Nico-chan glared at the sky with a difficult look on his face.

“It’s possible we won’t qualify,” Yuki said.

Oh no, the twins moaned. Shindou and Musa were quiet, looking like they were praying to their respective ancestors and patron gods. King was plucking at the grass. Prince didn’t so much as twitch, still lying facedown on the grass. Hanako and the shopping district people, who were surrounding them, were unable to give any careless encouragement, and could only wait for the results.

Kakeru suddenly looked at Kiyose’s hands; the ice they had brought in the cooler box was melting in the plastic bag.

“I’ll go get some ice. Maybe they’ll give us some at that store over there.” Wanting to escape from this oppressive atmosphere, Kakeru stood up. Musa seemed to feel the same way.

“I shall go as well,” he said and followed him.

They cut across the lawn and headed for the store with the red roof. It was easy to tell which schools were confident that they would qualify by the expressions on the runners’ faces; it was the borderline schools, like Kansei, that were exuding a sense of high tension, but the schools that had clearly ranked lower were generally calmly waiting for the results to be announced. Among them, there were teams that were happily picking at the multi-tiered bento boxes made by their female managers.

There are all sorts of people, Kakeru thought. For those people, their goal was to make it to the qualifiers. They knew the outcome from the beginning, so when they were finished running, they made it into a picnic-like event and enjoyed themselves. There’s nothing wrong with that, but we’re different, he felt.

I don’t want it to end the qualifiers. I want to see even greater heights. I want to be an even faster and stronger team and compete in the Hakone Ekiden. That’s what I’ve been training for, and that’s what I’m going to keep training for.

“I wonder what will happen, Kakeru,” Musa spoke to him worriedly.

“We can get to Hakone,” Kakeru assured him. Burning magma was gushing up from the pit of his stomach. Everyone had run the qualifiers with all their might today; there was no way they could lose.

Musa’s eyes widened at his forceful words.

“Kakeru, you seem to have gotten stronger somehow.”

“That’s not true.” Kakeru shook his head. “We ran pretty hard, didn’t we? So I just think we’ll be okay.”

Musa nodded. “You are correct. We are going to Hakone. All together.”

When Musa said it, it sounded like the happy ending of a fairy tale, or a reliable prophecy.

When Kakeru and Musa asked for some ice, the shopkeeper readily gave them some. Since they came empty-handed, the shopkeeper put the ice into a paper cup. “We were careless,” Musa said. A group of spectators walked by behind him.

“Another black runner. It’s pretty unfair to bring in foreign students.”

“With a bunch of guys like that, then Japanese runners won’t be able to compete.”

Musa’s face stiffened at the whispered comments that they intentionally let him hear, and Kakeru was about to turn around and object.

“It’s fine, Kakeru,” Musa stopped him. “I have heard a lot of comments like that today alone.”

“We can’t let them say something so one-sided!” Kakeru still tried to chase after the spectators that were getting further away, but Musa seized his arm.

“We must not get into quarrels. They are talking about foreign students who came here because of their talent in athletics. I am embarrassed. I am embarrassed of myself. They don’t seem to be able to tell the difference, but my legs are not fast. I am just a foreign student with no talent to be envious of.”

“That has nothing to do with this!” Kakeru was indignant. “You, me, the people who took first and second place today, we all ran the same course. And yet…”

He didn’t know how to say it, but Kakeru was frustrated. He felt like Musa, who he lived with, Kakeru himself, and the international students from other schools he had never exchanged a word with were all being insulted. That’s right, I can’t express it well, but it’s an insult to everyone who’s taking running seriously. Kakeru squared his shoulders.

“It’s just as Kurahara said,” someone said. When he turned around, he saw a lanky man with a shiny and round head. “But let it go. They’re amateurs who don’t know what running is.”

Kakeru and Musa watched as the man bought oolong tea at the store. Kakeru had seen him before. Without letting his guard down, he searched his memory in a panic. I recognize this shiny head.

“Rokudou’s Fujioka! …san,” Kakeru deduced the answer.

Rokudou University had won the Hakone Ekiden several years in a row. This was their captain, Fujioka Kazuma. Kakeru had only met him at the TSU meet in the spring, but he wondered why someone like him would come to the qualifiers.

“I’m here to observe our opponents,” Fujioka said, perhaps reading Kakeru’s question. “Kansei has become quite strong. It looks like you’re going to make it to Hakone.”

Fujioka had the complacency and presence of a champion.

“Thanks to everyone’s hard work.” Kakeru’s natural competitive spirit reared its head, and he answered back proudly. Fujioka let his gaze collide with Kakeru’s, not taking a step back, and then looked at Musa.

“You shouldn’t care about people like that. It’s a ridiculous opinion.”

“Which part of it is ridiculous?”

Kakeru stopped Fujioka, who was about to leave while drinking his tea. The way the spectators talked about Musa made him angry. However, he couldn’t figure out exactly why he was angry, but Fujioka seemed to know what was causing this annoyance.

“Please tell me,” Kakeru pleaded.

Fujioka stopped and stared at Kakeru with interest. “Alright then,” he said and turned to Kakeru and Musa again.

“There are at least two ridiculous parts. One is the reasoning that it is unfair to include foreign students in the team because Japanese runners can’t compete with them. So what about the Olympics then? What we’re doing is a competition, not a kindergarten field day where we all hold hands and one-two finish. (1) It is natural that there would be individual differences in physical ability. But on top of that, sports are about equality and fairness. They have no idea what it means to compete on the same field in the same sport.”

Musa was silent, attentively listening to Fujioka’s words. Kakeru was just simply overwhelmed by Fujioka’s quiet analysis.

“Their other misunderstanding is thinking that winning is good,” Fujioka continued. “If a Japanese athlete takes first place, if they get a gold medal, is that all that matters? I firmly believe that isn’t true. That shouldn’t be the essence of competition. Even if I win first place, it isn’t a victory if I felt that I lost to myself. Things like times and rankings change rapidly from competition to competition. Who decides who’s the best in the world? It isn’t because of that, but because we have unchanging goals and ideals within us that we continue to run.”

That’s right. Kakeru felt his hazy, pent-up feelings clear up. I got stuck on these things and they made me angry. Fujioka’s amazing. What Kakeru felt and wanted to say were extremely easily untangled and put into words.

“You haven’t changed at all, Fujioka.”

Before they knew it, Kiyose was standing behind Kakeru and Musa.

“An outsider said something unnecessary.” Fujioka bowed to Kiyose in a stoic manner and left this time.

“No, you were helpful.” When Kiyose said that, Fujioka turned his head over his shoulder and a corner of his mouth lifted into a smile.

“Looks like you’ve got quite the lineup.”

“Well, I suppose.”

“I’ll be waiting at Hakone.”

With a resolute attitude befitting a champion until the end, Fujioka disappeared between the trees. It’s like he said “I’ll be waiting in nirvana,” or something. I wonder if he’s not going to wait to see the results announced even though he came all the way here, Kakeru thought, but he hurriedly bowed towards Fujioka’s back.

Musa also said, “Thank you very much,” and bowed deeply. Fujioka’s words had energized Kakeru and Musa, like dispelling thunderclouds.

“I came after you guys because you left without taking the bag.” Kiyose lifted the plastic bag.

“Sorry,” Kakeru said and accepted the bag, then transferred the ice he got from the shopkeeper to it. Kiyose was already walking without dragging his leg.

“Is he called Fujioka-san? He is an amazing person.” Musa seemed deeply impressed.

“I guess that means you need emotional strength and wisdom in the true sense to continue winning Hakone,” Kiyose laughed a little. “Well, he’s always been strangely calm; as a high school student his nickname was ‘Trainee Monk’. It's a bit unpleasant, isn’t it?”

Kakeru and Musa looked at each other and nodded, saying, “That’s true.”

Spectators and runners were beginning to gather at the large display board near the finish line.

“It’s almost time for the announcement.”

“Let’s go.”

Musa jogged back to Kansei’s encampment. Kakeru matched Kiyose’s pace as they made their way across the lawn. He was curious to see what the results would be, but they had come this far and there was nothing they could do about it now. What occupied Kakeru’s mind at the moment was Fujioka’s figure.

The power to change thoughts into words. An eye that calmly analyzed the hesitation, anger, and fear within you.

Fujioka was strong. His running speed was extraordinary, but the mental strength that supported it was incredible. When I was just running recklessly, Fujioka must have been analyzing himself in his fast-moving head and pursuing running on a deeper and higher level.

Kakeru felt both battered and inspired with a strange kind of excitement.

What I’m lacking are words. All I do is let my hazy feelings stay hazy. But I can’t do that from now on. I’ll be as fast as, no, even faster than Fujioka. In order to do that, I need to know my running self.

That was definitely the “strength” Kiyose had spoken of.

“I feel like I’m starting to get it,” Kakeru murmured.

“Is that so.” Kiyose seemed satisfied.

A student in a gakuran carrying a megaphone climbed onto the stage. He reverently opened the memo with the results of the qualifiers. He was a student member of the administration committee from the Inter-University Athletic Union of Kanto, which organized the Hakone Ekiden. His assistant, a female student, stood by the display board while the gathered people listened attentively with anticipation and anxiety.

“We will now announce the qualifying schools for the Tokyo-Hakone Round Trip University Ekiden Race. First place, Tokyo Sport University.”

The TSU crowd gave a loud cheer. Kakeru saw Sakaki being given a spank of joy by his senior. The TSU runners hadn’t come apart, reaching the finish line in a good position together; it was a victory of total strength that displayed the depth and closeness of the runners.

The female student pulled out the first place card on the display board. The name “Tokyo Sport University” and the total time of ten people were written in the first place column: ten hours nine minutes and twelve seconds. The average place for the ten runners was forty-ninth place.

“As I thought, it was a pretty fast-paced race,” Kiyose groaned in a low voice. The expression on his face showed that they were in a difficult situation to qualify. Kakeru curled his hands into fists.

“Second place,” the announcer dispassionately read the memo aloud. “Koufu Academy University.”

Cheers erupted from another corner. “Hmph,” King sniffed.

“That announcer is putting the perfect pause between ranking and the school name.”

“Don’t act all important, get on with it,” Prince, who had finally come back to life, immediately complained.

“Aah crap, my heart feels like it’s gonna explode.” The twins and Hanako were huddled together, quivering like young birds that had fallen from their nest.

The announcement had proceeded to fifth place, but Kansei’s name was not called. Up to this point, all the schools had been Hakone regulars; if they couldn’t get into sixth place, the seventh to ninth places were likely to be different from the total time order of the qualifiers because of the intercollegiate points involved.

“Sixth place.”

“Please please please!”

“Kansei, Kansei!”

Their desperate prayers were in vain, and the announcer said, “Saikyo University.”

“Aah!”

“Are we done? Are we done?”

Nico-chan and Yuki looked up at the sky. Kiyose was staring at the display board in silence. The glint in his eyes suggested that he was looking through the white cards that still hid the seventh to ninth place columns.

“In accordance with the rules, seventh place and below are determined by subtracting each school’s intercollegiate points from their total times. Seventh place, Jonan Cultural University.”

Kakeru felt like he was losing the strength in his legs, but he managed to hold on. They still had a chance. There were two more participation slots to be filled. He felt a pain in his right shoulder, and he looked to see Shindou’s fingers digging into it. Musa’s face was half-buried in Shindou’s arms, and he was mumbling something in his mother tongue.

It’ll be okay. It’s going to be okay. Kakeru stretched out his arm and gently patted Shindou and Musa’s backs.

“Eighth place, Kansei University.”

He thought he misheard. King leapt upon them. Kiyose raised his arms to the sky with a rare full-faced smile. Shindou and Musa weakly sat down on the grass. Nico-chan and Yuki high-fived each other, and Hanako and the twins screamed as they slapped Kakeru all over his body.

While being mobbed, Kakeru looked. At the display board, where the words “Kansei University” shined brilliantly. At Prince, who shed a single tear outside the circle.

We did it. The truth finally reached his brain. We are going to be in the Hakone Ekiden.

The next thing Kakeru knew, he was bellowing from the pit of his stomach.

Kansei University’s total time was ten hours sixteen minutes and forty-three seconds. The ten’s average place was eighty-sixth place.

Jonan Cultural University, in seventh place, had the actual time of ten hours seventeen minutes and three seconds. The intercollegiate points put them ahead of Kansei. The school that just barely passed in ninth place was Shinsei University.

Their time was ten hours seventeen minutes and eighteen seconds. Kakeru looked up at the time written on the display board and exhaled with relief and joy. Kansei University had successfully obtained their ticket to Hakone on their first attempt. And they even finished in ten hours and sixteen minutes, which was good enough for seventh place.

There were cries of surprise everywhere.

“Kansei actually did it.”

“And I heard they only have ten people on their team.”

“That’s the school where the third place and sixth place guys came from, right? I already learned their uniforms.”

“Me too. It’s black with silver lines. It’s kind of cool.”

As they were cleaning up their encampment on the lawn, they were asked to give a few words to the close coverage cameras, but Kakeru’s mind was dizzy and lacking oxygen. He was more tired than when he was running and his feet were unsteady.

We've only passed the qualifiers; the actual race is next January. The Hakone Ekiden is in approximately seventy-five days. Even though he told himself that, happiness filled his chest.

Kiyose once said this: “Hakone isn’t a mountain in a mirage.” That really was true. The residents of Chikusei-sou had finally reached the point where they could see the mountain as a real entity.

While feeling excited, Kakeru swiftly folded the plastic sheet. Jouta and Jouji were sitting on the grass. They were frowning for some reason as they peered at the notes of the results they had copied from the display board.

“What’s wrong?” Kakeru called to them. The twins looked up at him.

“Haiji-san said we’re going to the top,” Jouta muttered.

“Mm? Did he?” Kakeru responded lightly, but Jouta wasn’t convinced.

“He did say that. But, this time…”

“What about it?” Kakeru put down the plastic sheet and crouched down next to the twins. “Let’s clean this up quickly and go home. I’m sure we’ll have a party tonight.”

“Kakeru, doesn’t ‘top’ mean winning?” Jouji asked with a grim face. “Our total time is ten hours sixteen minutes and forty-three seconds. TSU, who qualified in first place, has a time of ten hours nine minutes and twelve seconds; that’s a difference of seven and a half minutes. And yet, this is still the qualifiers, right? So, how fast do the runners of the schools that win Hakone run twenty kilometers?”

“If we practice, can we get to that level by New Year’s?” Jouta asked him seriously. “Hey, what do you think, Kakeru?”

Kakeru couldn’t answer anything.

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This is an unfinished draft of a long, in depth analysis I’m planning of everything we know about Silksong. The final draft will have detailed analysis of enemies, areas, names, and many, many attempts to draw parallels with Hollow Knight. Without further ado, here’s the draft!

Will Hornet have her memories? Or will the winds of the Wastes have swept them away?

Prequel or sequel? (I’m thinking sequel, based on the implied presence of weavers in the trailer)

Lace fights Hornet (at least) twice, doesn’t call her by name, and knows things. IS SHE A HORNET PARALLEL AND HOW MUCH

What awful thing is going to happen to the flea-collecting village? Will they all die, or will they turn out to be evil? (My money’s on the latter)

Is the bell cult good, bad, or something else?

Who is the main villain?

Is Lace an antagonist or a Hornet parallel?

Lesbians???

Everything in Silksong seems much more vibrant than Hallownest. Instead of muted colors and effectively blank backgrounds, all of the areas we’ve been shown seem to be very saturated, and the design feels like everything is there for a reason. It’s a stark contrast to Hollow Knight’s busy backgrounds and dour themes, and is it possible the story reflects/is intended to reflect this?

Why does that one enemy look so much like steel soul Jinn?

Is Lace void??

Seriously though, she covers almost all of her body and her face is very similar to that of a shade’s. The existence of the shade trap room in the Colosseum of Fools implies the existence of other void creatures, though of course it could simply have been built for THK. We know void creatures are capable of having voices, as evidenced by the Collector, so IS LACE VOID???

That one area has a lovely juxtaposition between the white roses carpeting the ground and the industrial style pipes in the background, and knowing team Cherry, there’s definitely a reason for this.

Who kidnapped a Hornet and why?

Who sent the butterfly that breaks the seal of binding on her cage? Lace knows about Hornet’s imprisonment- could it have been her? Though she admittedly doesn’t seem to have much motivation to keep Hornet alive...

In Hollow Knight, the name of the game is also the name of the final boss. Could this also be true to an extent for Silksong? I doubt the boss would be named that explicitly, but perhaps someone who holds an association to both?

Multiple endings?

Will the final boss actually be the final boss? In Hollow Knight, the Radiance acts as a sort of hidden boss. Will this also be true in Silksong?

Will there be godseekers or the Grimm Troupe?

Will Ghost or THK be mentioned?

Will this focus more on expanding Hallownest’s lore or introducing Pharloom’s?

Points of interest:

1. Hornet appears to be performing a move similar to a great slash or dash slash here, which the enemy appears to be attempting (succeeding?) to deflect with their scissors

2. 2. In Hollow Knight, almost every fence or wall in Hallownest had the repeated motif of the king’s seal. This design looks a lot like a godseeker’s mask, as well as some of the enemies that have been revealed so far.

3. These appear to be at least four massive spools of silk. We know for a fact that there are weavers in Pharloom, and the sheer amount of silk here is more than we ever see in one place in Hallownest. Could it be possible that weaversilk is being farmed somehow?

4. It’s difficult to see, but this appears to be a massive control wheel, like you’d see on a valve. It’s much bigger than any standard bug could take advantage of, but we already know that Silksong is going to have some massive enemies, so it’s possible one of these also acts or acted as an overseer for this area.

5. This wall design heavily reminds me of both the walls in the Resting Grounds and the Birthplace. Are these corpses, or simply made to look like them? Either way, there’s definitely lore attached.

As well as all that, note how thin the support struts are, and how they appear wooden and cobbled together. I propose that what Hornet is climbing on here is the scaffolding around a massive silk related machine of some sort. Maybe an automatic loom?

Points of interest:

1. You’ll note that the enemy is holding a gilded pin, which is the same weapon Lace uses and is described as “the traditional weapon of Pharloom” by Team Cherry. I take this to mean that this bug has probably been in this place for a while.

2. This isn’t big or anything, but it’s very interesting to me that both Hallownest and Pharloom use lumafly lanterns for light. This implies some interesting things either about Hallownest and Pharloom’s proximity or the ubiquity of lumaflies.

3. This is clearly a graveyard. I find it very interesting that the stones seem to be entirely plain of embellishment or text except for the bell symbol. Also, I wonder if the graveyard being here means that we’re close to the Citadel?

4. This appears to be a fallen elevator. I’m not sure what else I could draw from it, but it definitely adds to the dilapidated and abandoned feel of this area.

5. This enemy has three golden straight pins. It’s very possible that you gain the ability to throw three at once after vanquishing one of these enemies. Another interesting thing to note is that the enemy isn’t holding these pins. If you look closely, their hand is at their side. The pins are instead seemingly fastened to their head somehow.

6. This is difficult to see properly, but the design on the fence here appears to be similar to the shape of the fallen elevator. It could also be read as a representation of the Citadel.

A few other things to note are that the colors here are almost identical to those of the resting grounds, including the enemies. This is unusual as far as Silksong goes, as most of the areas are far more intensely saturated.

These enemies appear to be wearing cloaks. It’s difficult to tell whether it’s the shadow of the hood that’s hiding their faces or whether that’s simply what they look like.

Also, Greymoor is a very interesting name and I’d like to explore what precisely a “moor” is, because I think this may give more clues as to the nature of the area.

Moors are defined as highland areas with acidic soil and low vegetation. The fact that moors are specifically highland areas makes me suspect even more that Greymoor connects directly to the Citadel, as Silksong appears to be a game mostly focused on going up, so where better to transition from the ground to the Citadel than highland?

1. We know from the Resting Grounds that this is how Ari draws mummified corpses. The fact that this corpse is walking around definitely implies some shenanigans. It brings to mind the description of Greymoor as “haunted”.

2. The fact that this corpse is lying on the ground makes me wonder if most of these mummified bugs will lie still on the ground until they notice Hornet, which would be an interesting enemy mechanic.

3. This lumafly lantern is tinted green, which I’m pretty sure we never saw in Hollow Knight. (Correct me if I’m wrong) It makes me wonder if something special was done to the lantern to achieve this.

4. Team Cherry has said that Hornet’s silk and soul are “inseparably intertwined”. It’s a very nice design touch to see that healing creates both kinds of particle.

5. See those motes in the air? They look very similar to the spores of the Fungal Wastes, and I suspect they may be the reason moss covers everything here.

What I lined in dark blue is the visible boning beneath the moss, and what I lined in cyan is the places where the moss grows too regularly, implying yet more boning just beneath.

I’m not sure whether this is deliberate or whether the moss grew over already existing structures to cause this, but another thing to note is that the way this moss grows is very reminiscent of moss balls, or marimo balls, an aquatic plant that grows in freshwater lakes.

The reason this interests me isn’t because I think these *are* moss balls, but rather because of how natural grottos form.

Most natural grottos are formed by water eroding soft rock like limestone into large caves. It’s common for them to either be flooded or to flood at high tide, which when combined with the aquatic vegetation in this area, could imply that it will be flooded for part of the game or at intervals. It’s possible Team Cherry would use this to echo the way that the Forgotten Crossroads turn into the Infected Crossroads, or it could be a way of gating the first area behind you until you get more movement capabilities similar to the Howling Cliffs.

Lastly, one of the root words for Grotto is the Latin word for “crypt”. Combined with the mummified corpses here, it makes me wonder.

Points of interest:

1. Confirmation that Hornet can look up! I don’t think anyone was worried about it, but it’s good to know we’ll still be able to do that.

2. You’ll note, first of all, that this is unusually bare for Ari’s backgrounds. The designs are smooth with little shading and there are massive dark areas. This leads me to believe that this isn’t the finished background, nor the one we’ll see in game.

3. The two strange objects at the corners of the screen are difficult to identify. Personally, I think they look like plugs of some sort, though I have no idea what they might be plugging. Maybe magma?

4. What is it with Team Cherry and throwing dead bodies everywhere? That’s litter, it’s illegal. Anyway, what might have killed these bugs?

5. You’ll note the massive misshapen mountain of bones in the background. Where did all of these come from? Also, the fact that they are bones means that this is probably Bonebottom. I’d like to call your attention to the fact that bugs don’t actually have bones, just exoskeletons, which makes the source of these even more dubious.

6. There are several ember particle effects, which I take to mean that there’s a whole bunch of magma nearby.

7. There are a few links of chain attached to each plug. Likely this is to allow them to be dragged open. I’m very curious whether this is just a design detail or whether opening these plugs will be used as a mechanic somehow.

Circled in blue are the (brass?) rings on Shakra’s arms as well as a similar ring on the ground. I’m not sure why one of her arm rings would be on the ground, but maybe it’s similar to Cornifer’s pages?

#meta #silksong #silksong speculation #silksong meta #hk hornet #silksong analysis #I’ll probably have to split the final version into multiple parts #greymoor #mossy grotto #bonebottom #shakra

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oz-corp-uplink-t · 3 years

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Good evening. I figured it would be a good idea to describe our area in detail, both the one we're in now and the one from whence we came. This will be in chronological order, from first discovered to most recently discovered. I hope you all don't mind the formality. This is simply how I normally converse, and I do not see any reason to be any more or less formal than normal.

--Homeworld: GemsGoldia--

Our Homeworld was a unique one, compared to the more Earthly planets of most other universes. It was an entire planet made of crystals and gems, and the general climate of an area depended on the gemstone that comprised the most of an area. Green Emerald areas were usually perfectly warm, red Ruby areas were much hotter and had a tendency to contain magma geysers, blue Sapphire areas were more or less frozen wastes, and a few other, more unnatural climates, such as constant lighting storms over yellow variants of gemstones, and complete and utter darkness in Obsidian areas.

When I first appeared here, I was the only one. I saw the Creator soon after, and he told me what I should do. The Creator's form in our worlds is quite odd, actually. He's two hands and a head, and he tends to change size often, though he's always bigger than me. His hands have white gloves, and I'm certain I've seen they are connected to his head by fishing line or puppet strings. His head is just a black sphere with extremely triangular teeth and large, red eyes. It's more intimidating than it sounds.

Anyway, the factory/research lab we started with was already built when I showed up, along with quite a few houses, all made of the Emerald the ground was made of, and there were exactly enough for those that would appear soon after. There was an unfathomably gigantic generator in a basement within the factory, which I was told created an artificial atmosphere around the entire planet. Evidently, this was true, as it was destroyed in the destruction of the planet, and we have recorded several corpses of beings that need an atmosphere to survive.

--A strange new land: Mirrold--

I had escaped the destruction of GemsGoldia, and I had to find my way back alone. I went through several places, most of which seemed familiar and sparked... Memories, of past versions of myself. My first iteration looked similar to the creator, but I had a pale skin tone, my eyes were humanoid, my hair was green, and I had some nasty claws. I was a throwaway, used to add plot to a normal 'roleplay' (Which, as he told me, simply describes writing a story with more than one person, which I find to be an interesting concept) between good friends. I was to stop a wedding by killing the bride or groom, the bride being an original creation, from his friend, and the groom being another one of those... Skeleton characters. I think they called them Blueberry. I mortally wounded them, and was destroyed in revenge.

My next iteration was similar to the 000 model. I can't remember what I did as them, but I do remember that the Creator and his friend made fictional children for fictional versions of themselves. Apparently, this was my longest running form.

Then, we're at what I am now. A product of His creativity, depression from a long-passed break-up, of which he has told me was his own doing, and fantasies of escaping His world, and coming to ours. His mental state has left our world in ruin, and it seems like he may want this one to have a similar fate...

...Oh, right. I need to be talking about Mirrold. Forgive me, I tend to get far off-topic if I think about our home...

Mirrold is a mirror world, which I found in an apparently magical mirror in the ruins of GemsGoldia, which acted as a portal to here. This place consists of four islands and a deep pit under them, which we call Lower Mirrold.

--The glass shatters: Shatternia--

Shatternia is the only entrance to Mirrold that we know of. After you enter the mirror, you come out onto a catwalk suspended above Lower Mirrold, which looks like pitch blackness. This catwalk ends at a concrete building, where the Brokem, Ozwald, and Cordial base models reside. This is at the southernmost area of the island. To the west of this, there is a thick forest with various weak monsters within. The foliage on this island is always colored in a mix of reds and blues instead of the normal green you'd expect. To the north of the building, there is a toxic lake, and a bridge leading to a canyon with a large gate at the end, leading to the only town in the area, Shardini. If you go east from the building, there is a tram station, which connects to the next island over, and allows for transport between them. North of this is a mansion under constant snowfall, which is reminiscent of the home the Creator had imagined being in when with their friend. The Creator put a copy of his past self, specifically from the period of major depression over his relationship, in Mirrold, and they occasionally show up at this mansion and cry to themselves. They are hostile to any trespassers, but reminders of this failed relationship will stop them in their tracks.

I do recall, now that I think of it, there was another skeleton who became partially Corrupt, but never fully turned, and who lived with the models in the concrete building. Actually, they may have been an alternate version of Blueberry. I think the models that live there called them "Grape".

--A major downgrade: Junkedville--

It's much larger than Shatternia, but it's mostly empty desert. There is an exception: Salvagius. This is the one town in Junkedville, near the northern edge. Our factory rests at the northernmost point, and the rest of the place is houses and establishments made of sheet metal. The pub here is highly popular, mainly because it's impossible to die from overdrinking, as they add special ingredients that prevent death or impairments from extreme amounts, without lessening the actual enjoyment of it, including the drunkenness. This isn't completely effective, unfortunately, as you can tell from my entire workforce being in alchohol comas.

I did say that Shatternia was the only entrance, but that isn't completely true. In the factory, we are very capable of transporting people using the multiversal portals we have. We also considered opening them up to other creations for this uplink, but we aren't sure if it matters much anyway.

--Eternal war: Magicant--

Magicant is a small place, and there's not much left by now. Mages populated this place quite heavily before the Corruption followed us here. They have allied with us for the destruction of the Corruption, but they have blown half their island out of the sky trying to fight. There isn't much left to speak of...

--Mixed up anomaly: Lower Mirrold--

Lower Mirrold is... Difficult to understand. It's split into five sectors. These five sectors change randomly into portions of different worlds, bringing buildings, landscapes, and people with them into our own. This has caused many visitors to suddenly show up without intending to, and many strange scenarios where multiple characters and worlds combine in strange ways, causing strange situations. One we have documented in particular is still in progress, and the events until now are as follows.

1: Subject A ( Short/overweight/male, generally known as a thief, wears yellow and purple clothes, a cap with his first initial on it, and cyan eyeliner) receives a message from Subject B (Literally a fucking sponge) that proposes an exchange for taking B's job for a day in exchange for a stockpile of treasure. Subject A accepts, drives into ocean and finds Subject B's workplace.

It should be noted these two should not have known each other at all.

2: Subject A falls asleep on the job, establishment burns down. Subject A flees and finds stockpile. Subject B fires a nuclear bomb at his neighbor to threaten the arsonist who burned down the establishment. Subject A is transported to an unknown location for approximately 7 hours, before Lower Mirrold shifts again and any further events cease.

We have reason to believe whatever's been happening here is still happening now, but we have been too occupied with everything else we can't be certain.

--Core of Corruption: Corrupti--

Not much is known of Corrupti, other than Sally currently resides there and controls the Corrupted from it's core. It rose from Lower Mirrold some time after the event above had ceased. We don't know what to do about it, all we know is that it's ruining everything we worked so hard to achieve, and that we must end it... But we do not know how.

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A few closing statements...

Firstly, I have been informed the Creator has documented the Lower Mirrold events mentioned above. I haven't been told where, though. Just that it's "On my tube", or something. If you happen to figure something out there, that would be helpful.

Second, I'm not completely certain the Creator has fully gotten over what happened with his relationship. I don't know if that's why he seems to be reluctant to help us, but either way I'm sure he'll figure himself out sooner or later. I hope, anyway.

Good night to you all. I hope you haven't forgotten us.

Oh, and to those of you in bad times, (lookingatyourox) just know your pain doesn't last forever, and all wounds can be healed with help and time. Also, do not try to end your pain early. It will only spreas your pain to others, and, if there is a place after life, give you a worse pain in your ghost.

...Sorry, if I'm being a bit too grim here. I'm in quite a grim mood, unfortunately. I think the Creator is, too.

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July 2nd, 2021

Day 7: Seeing New Things and Old Things on the Way to Vik

This morning, I definitely woke up super lethargic and fatigued. Mostly because of the late night last night but probably due to all the late nights and lack of sleep finally taking a little toll on me. Anyhow, I woke up, less refreshed than I had hoped, and joined my family for a simple breakfast spread in the communal dining area just outside of our guest cabin.

After breakfast, the late-nighters quickly washed up before packing the car. Goodbye nice, simple cabin with very little amenities. We left the cabin and drove off to visit our first stop of the day: the nearby Jökulsárlón Glacier Lagoon. As expected, when we arrived, the parking lot was full of cars and tour buses and people were already on their way exploring the area and taking boat tours into the lagoon. We walked along the lagoon and took in the views with our eyes and with our cameras. It was great to finally introduce Cynthia and my parents to this really cool and unique lagoon. When we finished up, we drove over to Diamond Beach/Breiðamerkursandur to take a look over there as well.

The first thing I noticed when we arrived at Diamond Beach/Breiðamerkursandur was how there were a lot less ice chunks lining the shore and in the shallow waters of the beach this visit compared to the last time I stopped by. I wonder if that was a result of global warming or just the fact that this visit, I came during the summer and not the winter. Anyhow, we walked along Breiðamerkursandur and looked at all the ice chunks on the beach and took photos. Minh was also nice enough to grab the camera from me and take some informal engagement photos of me and Cynthia on the black sand. We didn’t need any crazy, cool photos given how impromptu this was so we just took some photos while walking up and down the beach before we headed back to the car.

Our next stop after Diamond Beach and Breiðamerkursandur was Skaftafell in Vatnajokull National Park, a park that I hadn’t yet visited on my previous trips to Iceland due to time and weather condition constraints. But before making it there, we tried to make a stop at Múlagljúfur Canyon, a cool, lesser known canyon in south Iceland, but ended up aborting because of how difficult it was to get to the canyon and how involved the hike through the canyon would be once we got there. So we continued on to Skaftafell.

Because of how beautifully sunny and warm the weather was today, the park was crowded with local and international tourists alike. The goal of our short visit to Skaftafell was to hike to and finally see Svartifoss, a small but beautiful waterfall that cascades over basalt columns, sort of like Aldeyjarfoss but more different than similar. Since it was looking pretty warm out, I decided to change into a T-shirt and shorts and thank goodness I did that! Because the hike was way longer and way steeper than any of us had imagined. And conditions were way hotter than anticipated. As a result, the hike was way warmer and way more sweat-inducing than we had expected. And I definitely felt the heat, the exhaustion, and the pain of hiking up an incline with a bum heel and a heavy camera bag (because I forgot to empty out the non-essentials).. And for my mom, her bum knee made it much harder to hike up to see Svartifoss.

But we all (except mom) eventually made it to the end of the 1-1.5 mile climb. My dad didn’t actually hike all the way to the waterfall and, instead, just viewed the waterfall from afar. As for me, Cynthia, and Minh, we hiked down to the waterfall from where we left my dad and spent some time there viewing and photographing the waterfall. Because I wanted to try to capture some decent photos of Svartifoss, I took a little longer and was the last one to start the hike back. I eventually caught up with the family at the Visitor Center, where we took a short break to cool off before we headed back out on the road.

Before making our way to our evening’s lodging in Vik, we made one last detour to see Fjaðrárgljúfur Canyon. This detour required a much shorter drive than the one we would have made out to Múlagljúfur Canyon but it still involved some F road driving to get there. Luckily, it was short and before we knew it, we were strolling down to the canyon on a short, sort-of-paved path. The canyon was pretty cool to look at from the observation decks (that were built there for safety) but its beauty was really difficult to capture on camera. Because of that, as well as the midges that were flying around us in full force, we only stayed there briefly before hiking back to the car and driving off to Vik.

Once in Vik, the plan was to meet up with Ben and Maggie, great friends of ours who were flying in from Denver for their honeymoon. Because they had arrived earlier than originally expected, we mutually decided to grab dinner together and to move up our planned hangout instead of waiting until later in the evening. As a result, I dropped off most of my family at the restaurant so that they could find a table for the group as I took my dad to check into our accommodations at the Black Beach Suites, located a bit past Vik, so that he could watch a Euro 2020 soccer game he really wanted to watch.

After I had checked into our much-snazzier-than-expected suite (much more spacious with many more amenities/cooking space than expected) and dropped my dad off to watch soccer, I drove back to Vik to meet up with Ben, Maggie, and the family for dinner. Our first restaurant option, however, had closed by the time everyone had arrived so we had to pivot and find a new place to eat. Luckily, Strondin Pub was located right around the corner and had plenty of space to accommodate everyone. So that’s where we went. Cynthia and I ordered fish and chips and double cheeseburger, and both were scrumptious! We had a fantastic dinner while catching up with Ben and Maggie. It’s always so nice to eat good food as well as see good friends while traveling abroad!

To end the day, the youngsters in our group decided to visit an attraction with Ben and Maggie so that we could say we explored and briefly traveled together. After dropping off my mom at home, we drove out with Ben and Maggie to see Skógafoss, one of the beautiful and highly visited waterfalls in South Iceland. We arrived at the waterfall as the typically afternoon skies became evening skies (in appearance, as it was actually late evening by the time we got there) and most crowds had left. We walked around the waterfall and took some group photos before climbing up the steep staircase to the top of Skógafoss, where we took in the beautiful sunset blanketing the surrounding areas. What a beautiful evening to see Skógafoss with good friends!

Once we had completed our visit at Skógafoss, we drove back and, after chatting for a bit longer, dropped Maggie and Ben off at their yurt ground. So nice to briefly catch up with them in Iceland! We headed back home as it was getting late but not before making a roadside stop to hang out with and pet some Icelandic horses who were hanging out behind some fencing located right off the road. Cynthia and Minh had a grand time petting and talking with the horses as the sun set overhead. Because the sun was quickly setting by the time we had arrived at the horses, we didn’t stay too long and soon enough, drove home and washed up for bed. Tomorrow, Cynthia and I have to wake up early for our impromptu Icelandic horse adventure on the black sand beaches of Vik (more to say about that on tomorrow’s post) before continuing on through a heavily-packed last-Saturday itinerary!

5 Things I Learned/Observed Today:

1. Just in case you didn’t know, the hike to Svartifoss is not as easy as a little stroll on a level, flat sidewalk. In actuality, it’s a 1-1.5 mile hike straight up a canyon or mountain with very few parts that are flat to catch your breath. So if you’re hiking to the waterfall, especially on a hot day, definitely expect some sweating and a little bit of a workout depending on how fit or healthy you are, how hot it is or what you’re wearing, and how much you’re carrying uphill with you.

2. According to some info placards near Svartifoss, there is a natural reason why columnar jointed basalt forms in hexagonal columns. Supposedly, when lava or magma cools, the process of contraction causes the new rock to split into six-sided columns. These columns always form at right-angles to the cooling surface, where heat loss is the greatest. The reason why these columns are hexagonal is because the fracture pattern with 120 degree corners is most efficient for stress release. Nature, so natural at engineering.

3. Supposedly, Justin Bieber did some really stupid stuff (by being disrespectful to Iceland’s beautiful nature) in some music video of his that he was essentially banned from Iceland. Good riddance.

4. Lupines are purple wildflowers that thrive and grow in colder, harsher climates like on mountains and in Iceland. Of all the places in Iceland we drove through, south Iceland definitely had the most impressive lupine fields. You literally drive through a sea of lupines when driving through south Iceland. Everywhere you look, you see lupines blanketing the field all the way to the foot of the mountains and glaciers. So gorgeous!

5. The town of Vik in south Iceland has changed a ton since the first time I visited back in 2013. Not only is it much more developed with more housing options, like hostels and suites (like the Black Beach Suites), but there are also a lot more grocery stores, gas stations, and restaurants, especially ones that are open until later in the evening. A much better stop for tourists now that tourism has changed the landscape in Vik compared to what it was 8-10 years ago. Again, amazing how tourism drives change!

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hjh-ceilo-monster · 4 years

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BTS Dragon Domain AU

Summary : You were the last dragon slayer.In your world,they taught you that dragons was your enemy.Pure hate piled up little by little since you were a child. You believed that it was them who ruined your beloved village.You decided to find a way to their domain.Everything was beyond your expectation when you arrived.The land was peaceful and blissful.You couldn’t believe your eyes.The little ones lead you toward the 7 dragons who protected their sacred land. Perhaps this was the beginning of your mind to see another point of view.

ps.inspiration by fairy tale + how to train your dragon / first time bullet fic

Kim Namjoon : Magma dragonoid (leader of volcanic nation)

The volcanic nation is the underground nation that has forbidden from everyone to enter.All dragonoid(dragon people) believed the land was curse by their ancestors.

Well that idea changed since Namjoon appeared on this earth.He grew up in this land,his home,like the others.Learning that the other 6 part of this domain didn’t like him nor his people,he wanted a change.

Intelligence and deligence with an effort made him successfully changed everyone.He even became the advisor in the council.

Meeting him at first was wrecking your nerves.His look was quite scary.

And indeed hot like a magma of course.Sexy body and brain was such a good combination.

He was the one who understood your aspect since the beginning of your departure.He helped you alot to adjust with this place.Making him become your brother.

His power was shaping magma.Basically it was he could shape anything out of his magma.This guy also learnt to control lava and fire as well. Another favourite subject after you came here was learning human language from you.In a few months,he became a genius with it.

His dragon form was huge.If you didn’t know Jin was the next king,you would assume he was.Sadly he told you that the volcanic nation couldn’t be the royals.No one would accepted it yet,but at least his presence in the council was enough to change ideas about his people.Jin was the best.

Kim Seokjin : Pearl dragoniod (The crown prince from pearl valley)

This prince charming guy who you found out later that he was a prince,an actual one.He was born in the royal family which was in the Pearl valley. Borning rich and having royal blood in his vein wasn’t a thing that made his life happy.

Not until when he met these 6 crackheads.They were nice to him and never really care whether he was a prince or not.

When they got to know him with his identity,no one treated him differently from what they used to.

See the word charming up there in the first bullet? Thet was his specialty or so you thought.His look was so attractive and with his aura that was a bang to your heart.

This prince knew how to make joke,dad jokes.

His power was to make everything turn into pearls.After knowing his incredible power,you wouldn’t be surprise why this guy was born rich.His family wouldn’t run out of prosperity.

His dragon form was elegance and majestic.One day he was in his form and you thought it was a female.You admired her(his) feature,pat here and there and all of sudden Jin appeared.He teased you about your behavior for the rest of that day.

Min Yoongi : Snow dragonoid (leader of glacier clift)

This guy whose lip was as pink as the sakura.Skin glowing white as if it was the sugar.If you thought snow white was the most beautiful,then you needed to meet this guy first before you decided.

What you notice was his cold stare.He was the one who warry about your presence.He didn’t easily trust people.

‘That boy has trust issue.’ Jimin made a comment and he hissed.

Anyway he was nice.His heart always had soft spots for everyone in the house.He cared about everyone as if this is his family.He hanged out with you a lot after got to know each other well.

He didn’t take shit from people.Daring to do something to cross his line meant you decided you want to die.

You guys must know about jackfrost.This guy was a version of jackfrost, but have a dragon form too.What made you surprise was the fact that his hair color changed depending on the temperature.Hazel or brown when it was hot,light blue when it was cold and pure white when he use his power or during the snow phase.

From above,he possessed the power of snow.Glacier Clift,his home land, was full of snow.However,not everyone could control or created the snow. And there this guy who could both control and creat snow.He then became one of the council member in his land.

His dragon form was surprising.You didn’t know how to describe since it looked ordinary yet unordinary.His white scale that reflect the sunlike glasses.The inner part was blue and acted like a prism when it was touched by the light.

Jung Hoseok : Earth dragonoid (leader of quagmire tunnel)

Welcome to the Quagmire tunnel,the tunnel and nature ad life.The streams were running all over the land.You could see many water lines. The sound from all those birds that chirping,streams running and the waterfall from the top of the tunnel made relaxing vibe.

Tunnel was under the ground yet you met the sun himself,Hoseok/Jhope. He was lively as ever and was the second who welcome you in this house.(After dealing with panic attack for seeing human the first time)

He was calm and lovely.His presence itself could lift the mood up.

Well not when he was fuming with anger.

He was full of delight.Not knowing his power,you assume he was the sun dragon.He laughed and told you if he could,then he would.He was around the same age as Namjoon.Maybe because of that,he became your second brother.

Talking about his power,his power was controling any form of disaster that relate to earth.(Landslide,earthquake etc.)With this calm and joyful look who knew he possessed such a dangerous power.

Another thing which he learnt from his brother,Jimin,was to understand the animals.

His dragon form was like a rock.His skin didn’t has scales like the others.It was made from rock instead.He said he hated his appearance.You needed to encourage him for months for him to believe you.

Park Jimin : Star dragonoid (leader of stardust woodland)

What a lovely boy?His presence was very unique to you.The guy was a grown up men yet still had a baby face.When he was confortable with your presence,first thing you asked was to pinch is cheeks.

It was like a mochi.

Star dragonoid was a rare kind.The race itself was heritage from the ancestors who first created this land.He told you that his mother,sister of Hoseok’s mother,hit a jackpot.She met his father and became his partner. Turning out to find out his secret that he was inherting the blood from one the rare ancestors.

His land was next to Jhope.At the end of tunnel,there would be a passage way that lead you to his woodland.The land named ‘stardust’ because of how it would illuminate at night time.

It was beatiful like a dreamland.

He was a gentle soul.Beloved by everyone in the land,his land or not.The children that sent you to them would always visit the house at night. Demaning Jimin to tell them some stories.He was a good story teller.

His power was to understand animals.Having the mind that could easily understand others no matter they were dragonoids or not made him ten time softer.

His dragon form was confusing.The thing was his form had a similar color to Yoongi.However,you knew Jimin was the only one who could illuminate without light.You learnt to identify this duo from night time.

Kim Taehyung : Mist dragon (leader of mist isle)

Another god like feature in this household.The dragonoid from the mist isle,the floating islands.

Mist was a mysterious thing that couldn’t easily be touch or understand so did he.This god appearance,compose posture and his eyes were something you wouldn’t understand.They were to mysterious yet you found those were your new task.

A fool,one word for describing this guy.

Story teller along side with Jimin and also a great actor.He would make children laugh until they couldn’t.He hanged around children a lot as well as you.

Childish.... (a/n : well I didn’t force you to stream inner child but umm stream it with whole 7 album)

His power was an illusion from his own mist he created.He was the fearful one among the islands since there was no one had the power like him except his father.Creating illusion was something from wizard land,but this guy could do like it was nothing.

It wasn’t that surprise since he told the secret.His mother was a witch who could shape shifted herself.Half blood prince indeed.

His form was also mysterious (a/n : I used this word too much.) The black mated scale that acted like a chamouflage with his surrounding especially in his land.He could just fly into the cloud and disappeared like magic trick.You found it amazing and always sticked with him when you guys decided to play hide and seek with the kids.

Jeon Jungkook : Sand dragonoid (warrior of the core)

The of this domain was where the power source lived.He was the protectore of it.Borning in the part which already turned into a myth was difficult for him.

Last blood from Arid region.

His land was destroyed by the dragon slayers,your kind.Once the desert was another prosperous area,but because of the war it was destroyed. Since then he hated dragon slayers.

Until he met a human couple that help him.He remembered them clearly as if it was yesterday that everything happened.He sweared to revenge for his family and his land.

When he met you,he looked with pure hate in his eyes.The eyes of his reflect your first feeling before you arrived this land.

He was harsh toward you,a bully you could tell.However,everything change when one day you both foud out about the war between dragons and dragon slayers from Jin and Yoongi.

He was a dragoniod saved by human couple and that couple was your family.You were their child.Your parents were killed by the high table after they found out about Jungkook story.

He sweared to protect you for all cost to return their kindness and apologize for eveything.He then became your younger brother.You on the other hand turned yourself into a dragon warrior along side with Jungkook who already was.The best warrior duo was born since that day.

His power was sandstorm which is similar to hoseok.Destruction after using his power was rank the third which bellow Namjoon and Jhope.

His form was cute.This boy was far different from the others.His form was like the asian dragon mythology as far as you remember.No wings but still could fly.He was so colorful and large eventhough he had no wings.

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garden-uprooted · 5 years

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“One body, two souls” (( god I can't imagine there being any personality that'd be worse to fuse Spinel's with than Dom's and vice versa and I MUST hear what your take on what that Hell Fusion would be like is omfggggggggggg ))

Send “One body, two souls” to see what I think the fusion of our muses would be like // Still Accepting!

Gemstone Name & Reasoning: Mookaite (yes I KNOW there’s no reason the gem would change since Spinel’s the only Gem in the fusion, but finding the gemstone for the fusion is half the fun, shut up-)

Okay so I KNOW the name sounds weird, but I NEEDED a specific feel for the fusion to fully WORK, y’know? Their fusion would lack ANY sort of Spinel’s typical restraint; a completely wild free spirit. I needed a gemstone that encouraged the release of inhibitions and made you set your sights on things that you’d previously held yourself back from.

“Embrace your wanderlust and let Mookaite be your spiritual compass, pointing you in the direction of adventure. Awaken your true potential with the energy of this stone, and pursue the passions you’ve put on hold. The willpower that mookaite stimulates in your solar plexus and root chakras will rouse in you a desire to explore new activities. Its exciting, yet comforting energy makes for a great travel companion for those on a solo journey.”

I would go into more detail, but in order to properly do that, I’d need to jump onto the next section uwu…

Personality:

OKAY. I HAVE SO MANY FUCKIN’ THOUGHTS ON THIS MESS WHOM I ALREADY IMMEDIATELY ADORE

Okay okay okay, SO. Obviously they’re a pretty toxic fusion. This should go without saying- two chaotic energies in ONE body??

… But it ISN’T because Spinel and Lord D DON’T get along, oh no..

It’s BECAUSE they get along so SWIMMINGLY.

Spinel is naturally impulsive and reckless, sometimes, due to Trauma TM, and also just because she’s Like That, but she HAS self-restraint. She can tell (most of the time) when she’s gone too far with something. And Lord D, while not nearly AS hyperactive as Spinel (but ABSOLUTELY is also an ADHD mess), has undoubted patience and self-control, as well.

They’re “bouncing off of the walls” off the shits chaos lesbians, but they both know how to reign themselves in.

While fused as Mookaite, however?

That ALL goes out of the window.

They FEED into each other’s boundless thoughts- they ENCOURAGE each other’s deepest darkest carnal desires ALL in the name of

FUN.

Spinel is a people-pleaser, above all. She’s LITERALLY an entertainer, and she ADORES her job/”life purpose”. She won’t hesitate to change herself or mold herself into what others want/expect her to be so long as she looks up to and wants to impress said person.

And DING DING DING, Lord Dominator fits that criteria. Spinel gladly falls into the more submissive role in their fusion- letting Lord D pull the strings from the back (AKA, the Front).

A little confusing? Don’t worry, I’ll clear that up a little later down the line.

For now, let’s just say that Mookaite is THE definition of discord and madness. She practically BATHES in the tears of others- RELISHES in pained cries as she tramples over (or SLASHES through) people. Jokes? Japes? Cruel pranks? Snarky remarks? Low blows to people’s self-esteem via honing in on their weaknesses and using it against them?

You want it, Mookaite’s got it all! There are absolutely NO remnants of Spinel’s kindness or compassion to be had. It’s all overshadowed by the desire to be ACTIVE and to MOVE and to spend all of her child-like ENERGY (that has practically no limit to it, so long as they’re fused together).

She’s INTELLIGENT, though. SCARILY so. A force that you DO. NOT. WANT. To reckon with. If she WANTS something, she GETS it. There is no escape, so don’t even bother hiding or running.

A MASTER manipulator and strategist, as well as wild party animal and unrestrained force of destruction. She’ll gladly restrain herself long enough to string people along- only for the SWEET sweet eventual payment of said person’s bitter tears as they either have their heart, or their spine broken.

…However… I WILL say that, SHOULD Mookaite ever encounter someone that Spinel KNOWS (and thus most likely automatically CARES about), and the Dom part of them goes “OH, someone to hurt/”prank”!!!”, Spinel WILL go “Wait wait wait, but- but they’re my FRIEND, I’m not gonna-??”

It’s SO MUCH more DIFFICULT for Spinel to vent our her feelings/frustrations on someone who ISN’T a complete stranger to her. All of that empathy and WANT to be somebody’s very best friend never VANISHED. It just got restrained.

The SECOND Mookaite tries to/decides to ATTACK/HURT, say, someone like STEVEN, Spinel takes full control and unfuses at once.

Physical Appearance:

Oh, they want to make sure they can at LEAST tower over most humans they encounter. I’d IMAGINE Dom is around 5′7″, and Spinel just barely naturally reaches 5′3″ in her current form (I headcanon she WAS 5′0″ or so before Pink left her- height is intimidating), and so Mookaite is looking to be around 6′5″ to possibly JUST shy of being 7′0″. Of course, they can stretch, still, so their natural standing height isn’t all THAT important.

Remember how I described their personality earlier, though? What with Spinel playing the more subservient role while Dom takes the reigns? Yeah, that’s coming back into play here, baybey!!!

While Mookaite takes on Dom’s slender and athletic physique and generally uses her body as a base, their face resembles Spinel’s the most. At first glance, SPINEL would seem like the dominant in the fusion, actually.

However, in spite of that, Spinel’s loud and proud presence in Mookaite is only representative of her and Dom’s RELATIONSHIP. Dominator is Spinel’s enabler- turning her from a loose canon to one fully loaded and ready to fire; the consequences be damned.

So, in actuality, Dom is still, naturally, the dominant. Spinel is just her willing (?) puppet to enact out their obscene horrors.

Their hair is styled almost exactly like Dom’s- except it’s colored like Spinel’s, and it’s an absolute jagged frizzy mess. It kinda looks like they took a pair of scissors and tried to style it themselves, to be honest; but it’s stylish in the “manic pixie dream girl” way, if you know what I mean?

Dom’s white hair shows in white streaks throughout. Mooktaite’s entire color scheme is themed around blacks, dark magentas/reds, deep browns, oranges, and yellows, to boot; drawing inspiration from the gemstone, Mookaite, itself, and Dominator’s attire.

They keep Spinel’s poofy bottom, but it acts more like short shorts that flow seamlessly into Dom’s split dress; which is masterfully torn and tattered just at the knees. They also keep Spinel’s gloves- they just gain a more ragged look, as well, and are styled after Dom’s elbow-length ones.

Say bye bye to Spinel’s fuckign clown shoes, tho, they’re Dom’s sneakers, now. RIP clown shoes. Ye shall be missed.

Mookaite’s eyes are Forever Swirly And Crazed. It makes her look like she downed ten espresso shots in one sitting and went back to the coffee shop for more. Her mascara is also There, but it’s X2.

It’s ALWAYS running down her face- yes, actually running down her chin and dripping right off. An endless supply of messy, drippy mascara that LOOKS like they’ve been crying in it for five hours, but

HAHA!

Mookaite doesn’t CRY!

On the outside.

Oh, also, did I mention the fact that they have extra limbs? Typically it’s only just two arms and two legs, but as an extra “HEY, WATCH THIS, AND ALSO FUCK YOU!!!” they can sprout another pair of arms from their back at will. And yes it makes sickening cracking sounds, because Dominator has bones that CAN make those sounds.

Does it ACTUALLY hurt her to do, though?

Eh. Your choice.

Oh oh oh and NATURALLY they have sharp, shark-like teeth. Why??? Would they NOT???? Bruh they’re fuckin off the wall, they’re demonic as all hell and so basically I Love Them

…. Oh, and uh…. Sarah Stiles’ Spinel’s New Yorker accent that tends to be more of an undertone, than anything..?

It’s fully pronounced in Mookaite. High pitched, squeaky, psychotic Betty Boop hours, folks.

Combat:

My fingers hurt but you know how Spinel has her scythe, Suzie? And Dom can control magma and ice/frost? AND you know how they BOTH can stretch and extend their limbs/Dom is super flexible?

Now, I’m not saying crazy fast contortionist that can wreck you from like twenty feet away, but- okay I totally am.

Something tells me Mookaite would be MUCH more a fan of hands-on fighting, though. Sure she COULD either suit up or use Dom’s powers and Spinel’s elasticity to one-hit KO their opponent, but where’s the FUN in THAT?

And thus where Suzie comes in.

Mookaite is a brick POWERHOUSE- chaotic demented laughter all the while while she SLASHES through her enemies; twirling through the air and jumping on top of/off of their shoulders or heads. She’s a bratty gamer girl about it the whole time, too; mocking her adversaries for being “too slow” or “not putting up enough of a fight/challenge”.

She’s ALWAYS looking for fights and worthy opponents- swinging Suzie around like the huge scythe is a baton and not a VERY deadly weapon. She treats her like a prized cane half the time; preferring to have her fully activated and ready to go at the drop of a hat.

#[LONG Post]#[Out Of Laughter]#[Question Answered]#[Ask Meme]#thegreatestinthegalaxy

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Desiderium

Leave Me Alone

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Part Two Part Three Part Five

my fourth prompt for @badthingshappenbingo

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The lunch bell echoed throughout the classroom, a sound Adrien didn’t want to hear. Lunch only meant others had the freedom to come over to him and bombard with questions he wasn’t ready to answer. He knew they had good intentions, but all he needed was to be left alone. Marinette was the only one he felt comfortable sharing his story with.

He looked across the table to see Marinette and Alya engaged in a lively conversation. Below him, Nino had his headphones on, trying to figure out which song to listen to. Everyone seemed to be doing better things than save him from the stares he felt on every inch of his body. He slumped down in his seat and prayed Marinette or Nino would hurry up.

“So...ready to tell me about this morning?” Alya asked, leaning in towards her friend.

“I told you, it’s not up to me.” She glanced over at Adrien briefly. “Whenever Adrien’s ready I’ll let him explain. Until then, leave me and him alone.”

“Awww, c’mon, girl! This is big news!”

“I’ll tell you this: we’re not dating.” She crossed her arms.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I told you, it’s not romantic.” She turned to face Adrien. “Adrien lets go.”

Adrien’s face lit up a bit, happy to finally be able to leave that suffocating classroom. He stood up and walked down the stairs. Before he was able to reach the bottom, Chloe jumped in front of him.

“Adrikins!” She exclaimed. Her arms shot up to wrap themselves around his neck, but he grabbed them before they could even touch him.

“Go away,” he ordered, staring her straight in the eye.

She pulled her arms away and pouted. “But—”

“Come on Chloe, leave him alone,” Marinette chimed in, coming to save Adrien. She walked over and stood next to him, hoping to get that horrid leech off of him. “You’re the last person he needs to be talking to.”

Chloe scoffed and put her hands on her hips. “I don’t know what makes you think you can just swoop in and help Adrien all of a sudden. Just because you think he’s hot doesn’t mean you have the right to manipulate his mind. Right, Adrikins?”

He shot her a cold death glare. Her nonsense was so unbearable that it hurt. All of his patience had evaporated with the joy he once had. There was so much cluttering his mind. Chloe did not need to be added to the mix.

Not moving his glare off of Chloe, he grabbed Marinette’s wrist and pulled her away from the angry blonde. He heard Chloe yelling at them but happily chose to ignore her. Once they left her sight, he let go of her. “Thanks for standing up for me back there.”

“Oh, uh, you’re w-welcome!” She smiled, happy to have helped him even if it was just a little bit. It wasn’t only helping him, though. Putting Chloe in her place benefited everyone. Recently, she had become unbearable, making everyone’s lives even more miserable. It felt nice to be able to talk back to her for once.

The teens walked outside, both caught up in their thoughts. A news crew ran for them, not even letting them get a nice breath of fresh air.

“As our suspicions confirmed, Adrien Agreste has been spotted at his school.” The reporter shoved the microphone in Adrien’s face. “Adrien, your father is worried sick about you.”

“Great,” he said coldly, backing away from the microphone.

“Shouldn’t you return home? Your father says—”

“I don’t give a damn about what that man says. He deserves to rot in hell.” He turned and began walking away, Marinette following.

The reporter was taken aback by his strong language. “We have your bodyguard and—”

“Leave him alone,” Marinette demanded. “He’s going through a lot right now, can’t you see? How would you feel if you were emotional and someone came rushing at you with a camera asking you questions?”

“Ma’am, are you the one sheltering him while he’s on the run?”

“It’s none of your business.” She continued to walk away with Adrien. Whatever good mood she had was crushed by the crazed reporter. Anger and annoyance bubbled inside her like magma getting ready to spew out of a volcano. She tried her hardest to calm herself down, trying to avoid potential akumatization. Taking a deep, calming breath, she leaned in towards Adrien. “Are you okay?”

He stopped walking, the crosswalk displaying a stop sign. “Yeah, I’m used to the paparazzi. They get on my nerves, though. Especially ones like her.”

Marinette hummed in thought, being unable to relate well. The only time she had a bad experience with cameras was when Jagged Stone came to her bakery to film a TV show. She couldn’t imagine feeling like she did back then all the time. The light turned green, so she stepped onto the street. “Let’s eat lunch at my house today. We need some peace and quiet after all that.”

“Okay,” Adrien said, void of emotion. He didn’t care where they went, as long as he wasn’t going to be bothered about the entire runaway situation. He’d be fine following the current for a while. Whatever happened, he didn’t care, so long as it didn’t evoke negative emotions. His mind was racing so fast he had no mental energy to deal with anything else but his internal struggles.

They walked into the apartment, its quietness hugging Adrien’s ears. It was what he needed: a private, quiet space where he wouldn’t be bothered by anyone, excluding Marinette, of course. She never annoyed him. In fact, she was the only person who seemed to actually care about him. She never pressed him for information, instead of respecting his sensitivity.

He watched her walk into the small kitchen and open the refrigerator. A small light flickered on inside his heart, destroying some of the dark and twisty negativity taking hold of him. For the first time, he felt something different towards her.

It was probably just him being happy that she was helping, he figured. He took a seat at the dining room table. As he thought, his eyes studied the wood patterns on the tabletop. Marinette was just a really good friend trying to help out a friend. He was feeling joy. That’s what it was. It was impossible for him to be in love with her. There was no way. He’d know if he was, right?

The thoughts came to a halt when a pale hand set a plate down in front of him. He blinked and shook his head lightly to break his thoughts. Marinette took a seat next to him, setting her own plate down in front of her. A soft smile curled on his lips. She truly cared about him. She was perhaps the only person who did. Happy to have chosen the right person to confide in, he took a bite out of his food.

Marinette also began eating her food. As she chewed, she felt anxious snakes slithering up her body. She knew she was forgetting something, she just couldn’t remember what it was. All of her homework was done. There weren’t any projects due that day. Deep in thought, trying to figure out what she had forgotten, she took another bite. Then, it came back to her: she had a lunchtime patrol that day. What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t just leave Adrien alone. What would she say, anyway? “Hey I’m Paris’s superhero and I’ve gotta go make sure your father isn’t terrorizing our city!” Something told her it wouldn’t sit too well with him.

“I’m gonna try to go back to my house and get a few things,” Adrien announced, pulling her out of her wild thoughts.

She looked at him with wide eyes and swallowed her food. “How are you gonna get there unnoticed?”

“I have a way of sneaking into my room without being seen by the security cameras.”

“I should go with you, just to be safe.”

“No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t be too long, anyway.”

“Okay...” she sighed. They were in no condition to argue, especially Adrien. “Don’t do anything stupid. I promised I’d protect you with my life. I intend to keep that promise.”

He smiled, happy she remembered what she said last night. “Okay. I shouldn’t take too long.” Slowly, he stood up, stretching on the way. He waved goodbye and left the apartment, his heart beating abnormally quickly.

Marinette sighed in relief. Well, that makes things easier. I could even watch over him as Ladybug to make sure he’s safe!

She bounced up and grabbed both plates. Tikki flew out of her bag as Marinette danced over to the sink, humming happily.

“You seem really happy,” Tikki pointed out.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Adrien is basically living with me! This is the closest I’ve been with him...ever!” She turned on the warm water and grabbed the sponge lying next to the faucet.

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy!” Tikki smiled. “But...don’t forget why he’s here in the first place.”

Marinette looked up at her kwami as she scrubbed the plates. “I know...it’s not safe anymore. We have to be on our toes 24/7.” She looked back down to set the clean plate on the drying rack. “If it means helping Adrien, I’d put my life on the line.” She placed the other clean plate next to the one already sitting in the drying rack. “Anyway, it’s time for our patrol. Tikki spots on!”

With a bright flash of light, she turned into Ladybug. She walked up to her rooftop balcony, ready for another boring patrol. Looking out over Paris, she searched for any nearby danger, none to be seen. Satisfied, she hooked her yo-yo on a rooftop far away and flew across the rooftops, looking for Adrien.

Adrien walked closer to his house. His heart pounded faster and faster with each step. He had to look around constantly to make sure nobody was following him. It wasn’t great, but it was a small price to pay for satisfaction. The mansion appeared in eyesight once he switched streets. It felt like bad karma being there. His senses were on ultra-sensitivity mode, every single change in atmosphere, every sound, every smell setting off alarms.

An akuma appeared in his vision as it flew over the gate protecting the large house. It sent his emergency systems haywire. He froze, watching it dance closer to him. Shaking his head, he ran back around the corner and let Plagg fly out of his pocket.

“Plagg claws out!” He said with almost no emotion. Once he was Chat Noir, he felt his body disconnect from Adrien’s problems ever so slightly. It was enough to make him feel more like himself.

He pulled out his staff and opened the phone. Quickly, he called Ladybug, hoping she’d pick up soon. Relief flooded his body when he heard her pick up. “What’s up, kitty?”

“Just spotted an akuma near the Agreste Mansion.”

She gasped. “Adrien...” she whispered.

“What about him?” Just as he said that it all clicked in his head. The akuma was out for him. His father was looking for him, and he had foolishly fallen into his trap. “M’Lady, come quickly,” he ordered just as the akuma entered the staff.

An extremely powerful evil entered his mind, enhancing all of his negative emotions. He stumbled, trying his hardest to resist the mind control.

“Chat Blanc,” Hawkmoth began, his voice appearing in his mind, “I am Hawkmoth, although I’m sure you know that already. I’m giving you the power to destroy everything that brings you pain. In return, you will get me Ladybug’s Miraculous and bring me yours along with it.”

Chat Noir shook his head. “No...I won’t listen to you,” he muttered, trying his hardest to stay sane. His back hit the wall behind him. The world turned dark, Hawkmoth’s face appearing in the void. It was the last face he wanted to see. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get rid of his disgusting face, but it was there, too.

“If you successfully get me Ladybug’s Miraculous, I will let you destroy me too.”

“No...please...I don’t...want to hurt anyone...” He tried letting go of the staff, but it wouldn’t work. It was as if his hand was super-glued to it. Something in him was holding him back from dropping it. An emotion deep down that was subconsciously telling him there was no hope.

“Oh, you don’t have to hurt anyone. All you have to do is erase the things that remind you of all the pain you so desperately need to let go. Once you let go of all your pain, you won’t have to feel so horrible anymore.”

His eyes widened, the mind control finally taking hold of the last bits of sanity he had left. All of his sanity screamed as it was overtaken by the heavy influence of the akuma. “Yes, Hawkmoth,” he muttered mindlessly, Chat Noir no longer present.

Ladybug dropped her yo-yo, having heard every single word of Chat Noir’s struggle and Hawkmoth’s successful attempt to bring him to the dark side. The one person she entrusted her life with, the person she felt closest with, had been akumatized. He had been in pain and she hadn’t known about it. Hawkmoth knew and he happily took advantage of that. She cursed herself for not knowing his pain earlier.

She looked over at the Agreste Mansion, watching a white figure jump on its rooftop.

“Chat...” she muttered sadly, the reality of her newest enemy washing over her.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous fanfic #angst fic #bad things happen bingo #its 1:40am i need sleep :(

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rendiggitydog · 5 years

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Blast From the Past

-Chapter 5/7-

"I have a meeting with Impulse? How did you know? I didn't even know!" MJ rubbed sand out of his hair as Iskall pulled him to his feet.

"He mentioned it in the group chat. Do you know how to use your phone?"

"Uh, this thing? Grian sent me a message once, but I couldn't respond.."

Iskall shook his head with a grin, taking MJ's phone. "Look, this is the group chat, where we all talk to each other. Everyone can see these messages. I can turn on your notifications so you know when people are texting so you know what's going on." Iskall returned the phone. "Let's go!"

The pair quickly flew along the shore until they reached Impulse's bay, where he waved at them from the dock.

"Hey Impulse, I found MJ!"

"Nice! Hey MJ!" Impulse greeted as they landed. Impulse had tidy brown hair, and wore a loose t-shirt over cargo shorts. He also wore sandal-like shoes with socks, which looked ridiculous in MJ's opinion, but in an endearing way.

"Sup dog!"

"You ready to learn some redstone?" Impulse rubbed his hands together.

"I'll sure try." MJ laughed.

"Good enough! Come downstairs, I've got a few things we can work on." Impulse led the way, diving straight into the waterfall flowing into the bay. MJ cautiously followed, shuddering as he fell into a cave on the other side.

"Sorry it's kinda cold, but it really suits the aesthetic of the place, do you agree?" Impulse led the way down the corridor, and promptly jumped down another column of water, disappearing from view.

MJ peeked down the shaft, noticing bubbles floating down instead of up. In the column next to it, the bubbles went up...

Impulse appeared in the second column, drenched and smiling. "Are you coming?"

"I just swim down?" MJ tested the water with his finger.

Impulse laughed. "No, the magma block at the bottom pulls you down! It saves a lot of energy and time!" He jumped out of the 'up' shaft directly into the 'down' shaft, disappearing again.

MJ dipped his feet in, already feeling the current tug at his ankles. He slipped in, nearly swallowing a gallon of water in surprise. The current pulled him swiftly down, and in an instant, he burst out at the bottom, gasping for air.

"Tried to breath water, huh?" Impulse joked. "I think we all did our first time. Cmon, let's get started!"

They started simple, learning how to make redstone lines, how to power it, and the difference between powered and unpowered. MJ picked it up easily, so they moved on.

Next was repeaters, pistons, sticky pistons, buttons and levers. MJ especially liked the levers. ("They're so satisfying to flick!")

Finally, they looked at comparators, droppers, hoppers, dispensers, and how to put them all together. They also reverse-engineered some of Impulse's creations, to see how things work in tandem.

"Well, that was the redstone crash course, congrats on passing!" Impulse laughed.

"Oh, six hours was a crash course?" MJ sighed.

"Nah, that's really about it! Now that you know how all the parts work, it's all about trial and error to make something that works!"

"Huh. So I could go home and make a... villager farm like yours? Or an iron golem farm?"

"Yeah, that's the idea! Pretty cool, right?"

"How do people live without machines? Z said he doesn't touch the stuff."

Impulse shrugged. "Probably like you did back home. They would just rather farm things manually I guess. Zed says he loves being out in nature, doing things with his hands."

"Huh. Yeah...."

"Uh, I hate to pry, but do you know when you're going home? I think Xisuma mentioned he had a way to send you back in the group chat."

MJ whipped out his phone, eyes widening. There it was, just like Impulse said.

3 hours ago Xisuma: Might have found a way to get MJ home! I'll send an update as soon as possible :)

Tango: 👀👀

Ren: Wow, you're so fast! 💕

Iskall: That's what she said ;3

Stress: ISKALL

Stress: NO

1 hour ago Xisuma: I did it!! Everyone meet in front of iTrade in an hour to say goodbyes!

Zedaph: Yay! But aww :(

Now Wels: I'm running late, is everyone already there? 😬

Stress: omw!

Xisuma: I'm here, and we're just waiting on a few more hermits, including MJ

Iskall: Flying atm, and Grian's gonna be late

Impulse: I've got MJ, we're on our way right now!

"So, ready to go home?"

"I don't know, this is so surreal." MJ followed Impulse in a daze. He was really going home. Right now. No more crazy hermits. No more confusing redstone. No more colorful blocks. No more beautiful builds.

"Hey MJ, you excited?" Tango slapped him on the back. He didn't even remember walking into the crowd of hermits, but they were all hugging him, wishing him safe travels.

"I-"

"I'm gonna miss you, pal. Keep the book, to remember me by." Zed hugged him tightly, and MJ could feel his shuddering breaths as he cried into MJ's chest.

"I'll never forget you, Z. Never." He felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"Hey, Grian says he's sorry he couldn't make it. He wanted to apologize for how he acted, and he hopes you're happy back home." Iskall gave MJ a smile, but it was full of pain.

Finally, MJ made it through the crowd, finding Xisuma practically glowing. "Hey MJ! I wasn't sure I could get you home at first, but finding that Metrolite a few days ago really helped! Are you excited?"

"Uh... I'm not sure what to feel." He answered honestly.

"That's okay, I understand." X got a wistful look, but shook it off. "Anything you want to say before you go?"

MJ turned to the crowd, and nearly burst into tears. Despite the fact that he didn't recognize a lot of the faces, he felt such a strong connection to the group. In the week that he had been in this strange world, they had all welcomed him with open arms. Zedaph let him share a base with him. Tfc had shown him how to manage stress healthily. Iskall had talked him through a nightmare. Impulse had taught him redstone. Ren and Grian made him a new outfit. Grian...

"GRIAN?" MJ pulled out a rocket and took to the sky in a fraction of a second, darting directly for the small red figure soaring above him.

"MJ, look out!" Grian cried.

"Grian, I-!" MJ flew directly into Grian, and the pair tumbled out of the sky, screaming.

Iskall thought fast, throwing slime blocks across the ground for the pair to crash into. At their speed, they bounced for nearly a minute before landing with a laugh.

"I'm so sorry, Grian!"

"No, I'm sorry MJ! I should've just talked to you about it. I didn't even know what you called me!" Grian laughed breathlessly.

"Can you ever forgive me?"

Grian frowned. "I have to, you're leaving forever..."

"I'm... I'm not leaving." MJ laughed. "I'm not leaving! I'M NOT LEAVING! NOT NOW, NOT EVER!" He laughed, feeling lighter than an elytra.

"Yes! I knew it! Welcome to Hermitcraft MJ!" Zed leapt onto the slime blocks, hugging MJ tightly.

The hermits took that as an invitation, and soon everyone was in a pile on the slime blocks, hugging MJ, or hugging each other, or yelling at everyone to get off of me, I'm trapped on the bottom!

After many tears, it was decided that today would be a holiday, and so a picnic was planned immediately. A full afternoon of celebration later, they decided to break up the party before anyone got too wasted. ("It's fine, I'm German!")

"So, as much as I love having a bunk mate, are you gonna make your own base now?" Zed asked as he and MJ strolled toward that side of the island.

MJ laughed. "Yeah, yeah, kick me to the pavement why don't ya?"

"Pavement, huh? I thought you used American terms in a British accent?" Zed grinned.

"Eh, I've been hangin out with a lot of Europeans, I guess it's rubbing off!" MJ shrugged.

"Well I think it's nice. Didn't Grian say you could use the island next to his? Let's go check it out!"

They flew over the bay, spotting the island right where Grian said. As they flew in closer, MJ recognized the sandy shore, and could almost make out where he had slept the night he had a nightmare. Even 24 hours later, it felt like forever ago that he was worried about whether he would go home or not.

"Aw, it's cute! There's just one tree right in the middle!" Zed hugged the tree with a giggle.

"It's perfect!"

"Well, I'll let you get settled then. See you around MJ?" Zed reached out for a handshake.

MJ took his hand with a smile. "It's Mumbo, and I'll see you around."

#rae writes #blast from the past #mumbo jumbo #zedaph #impulsesv #iskall #xisuma #grian #tangotek #you can see where i meant to end this series lmao #i have two more chapters but they're mostly fluff lol #i just think they're cute #hermitcraft

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title: infinity times infinity pairing: freewood, jerevin, jeremwood, jerevinwood au: skyfactory warnings: temporary character death summary: The darkness was painful, some had said, and without a torch to guide you and to warm you, then you would surely be torn apart by it. Some thought it was victory‒ the god of Night had won in his battle, and in celebration was wiping out the weak. Others, like Jeremy, thought it was sadness, or anger. The night god had lost his love, and the people had lost their light. The sun was gone. The Solar one had been taken.

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chapter 7: the dawn

It was... really hot, in the afterlife. Uncomfortably hot. The warmth burnt through his skin to his bone, it felt like, scratching at his very core.

Jeremy groaned in discomfort and rolled over onto his side, pulling at the thin fabric that clung to his chest through his sweat, taking deep heaving breaths of hot air that scratched his throat. As he moved a sharpness stung his chest and he scratched at it, annoyed, before he remembered and shot up in sudden shock.

The world around him was mostly dark, a thick fog of smoke and such settling in the near distance‒ around and beneath him were cliffs and ravines of a deep red stone, warm to the touch but crumbling easily under his fingers.

And deep, deep beneath him, around him, flowing from above him and around him, was thick, bright magma, lava, sweltering heat pouring off of them and casting this world into an eerie glow.

He pulled at his shirt in the area that was still stinging, looking around in confusion. Was this... hell?

“What the fuck did I do to deserve to go to hell?” he mumbled, picking himself up and dusting himself off.

“Nothing at all,” someone said behind him, and he felt his breath catch as he turned.

The man wasn’t facing him‒ he was sat in front of a thick pool of lava that was pouring slowly off the edge of their little ‘island,’ his feet dipped in up to the knee as he looked out over the empty world. There were lines of light along his veins, ash coating the roots of his hair and dusted along his neck and back, but little dancing flecks of fire that played around him like they were alive. They might as well have been, as they made their way closer when Jeremy approached, happily playing in the air around him.

Golden eyes, golden hair, golden skin‒ golden scarf, golden chains, golden heart.

“Oh, Gavin,” Jeremy whispered, and the Sun turned to smile at him.

“Hello, Jeremy,” Gavin murmured, and it was like music. “You’ve had quite a trip, my sword.”

Jeremy laughed quietly in disbelief, falling to his knees and feeling tears run down his cheeks. “You were there,” he managed.

“Every step,” Gavin told him, with a smile brighter than anything. “You are amazing, Jeremy, truly.”

“Don’t say that,” he whispered, sitting carefully next to Gavin. The god touched his arm gently, pulling him close and letting Jeremy rest his head on his shoulder. The warmth suddenly became bearable, from a sweltering flame too close to a dry summer day.

“Why shouldn’t I say something that’s true?” Gavin hummed, dropping his hand from Jeremy’s back. “You’re done something incredible, Jeremy, you raised a god.”

“But... you’re here,” he said in quiet silence.

“Yes, I am,” Gavin laughed. “This isn’t hell, Jeremy, this is a home.”

“Oh,” he realized, in a moment of quiet contemplation. “Oh.”

Gavin was still laughing as he sat back and let it continue to process‒ this was Gavin’s other domain, his true kingdom.

“Why here, though?” he eventually said. “Are you trapped?”

“For a while, yes, I was,” Gavin told him, curling his legs back up into himself, and looking out over the vast expanse of his domain, red and flaming, bright in a way he wasn’t. “But not here. Somewhere between existence and nothingness, between everything and nothing. I don’t know what to call it. I think I saw my twin there.”

“Ah,” Jeremy mumbled. “Your‒ Eternity, right?”

“Yes,” Gavin hummed. “I think it might have been theirs.”

“What was it like, there?”

There’s a long silence. “I don’t know,” Gavin eventually said, and Jeremy turned to see him wide-eyed, confused, vaguely terrified. “I don’t remember.”

He started to shake, despite the heat, so Jeremy took that as a sign to steer the conversation back to what it had to be. “And why are you here now?”

“To heal,” Gavin smiled. “To mend and restore myself again, so that I can go home.”

“Will you be long?”

“I shouldn’t think so. By the time you go home, you should be in daylight again.”

“Good,” Jeremy laughs, and it’s a wonderful thing, to laugh again. “We need our sun god.”

Gavin regarded him kindly, but confused, watching him as he turned to smile back.

“Do you think I am a god of simply sun?”

“No,” Jeremy said, and tilted his head in confusion now as well. “You’re a god of many things, aren’t you?”

“Ah,” Gavin said quietly. “Things, not quite.”

“I...” Jeremy sighed. “I don’t think I understand.”

“It’s easy to lose track,” the god said with a smile. “I’ll explain best I can.”

Gavin reached forward again and let his legs carelessly drop into the bright bubbling magma. Jeremy watched him closely, ready to pull him up‒ keep him safe, if he needed. Because he would.

“There are no gods of objects,” he said, dipping his hand into the thick lava and pulling it between his fingers. “No god of dragons, or livestock, or masks, cats, dreams. To be the god of a singular object implies the singular task of creation of those singular things‒ to watch over them and decide their fates, individually, for the rest of forever.”

There was a moment of quiet between the two of them, the cries of some type of lost soul echoing in the distance, before he smiled. “No, we are all gods of ideas, of ways of life, of intangible things that affect each living thing. We are gods of vitality, and simplicity, of courage and chaos and belief. The first gods were true gods of destruction and creation, of death and of life, of the basics of the world.”

“Of light and darkness?” Jeremy asked.

“More like... of happiness, of joy, of trust and love. And of belonging, discovery, curiosity, and family.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “One for eternity, and... one for rebirth.” He turned to Jeremy with a smile. “For sacrifice.”

Jeremy couldn’t find it in himself to ask what that really meant, but he had the feeling, not unlike when he’d first met Gavin, that he already knew.

“I think it’s past time you go back home,” Gavin said after a bit, pulling away. Jeremy took his hand and Gavin looked down with a smile and squeezed.

“I wish I could stay,” Jeremy mumbled. “I wish I understood.”

Gavin laughed. “I wish you could stay too‒ the understanding part you’ll get to once you leave.”

“Will I, though?”

Gavin’s laughter echoed through the Nether and Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh too, a gentle warmth blossoming in his chest as the sun held his hand. After a while, Gavin sighed the last of his laughs out, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on Jeremy’s cheek, squeezing where their hands were linked again. “If you were so incredible then,” Gavin hummed. “You’re going to be even more so now.”

Jeremy flushed and mumbled, but before he could get any words out, Gavin was closer than ever, brushing their lips together for just a moment and making Jeremy freeze.

“Go on then,” Gavin said against him. “We’ll meet you there soon enough.”

And then he slipped into the pool of lava in front of him, effectively disappearing, and leaving Jeremy alone again.

Jeremy wandered the Nether for a while, the endless maze of near insufferable heat that it was, searching for his way out. It came to him in the form of a dark structure, obsidian built upon stone, and grey rock scattered across the area, around the gateway. His dagger sung in his pocket, across worlds, echoing around in his blood, and he hummed along.

“The last of his flame, then,” he said, and placed Gavin’s gift upon the tiniest hollow at the base of the structure, brilliant gold upon dark glass black.

The second his hand let go, there was a flash of blinding, brilliant fire, and then the darkness of the obsidian was coated in an unnatural purple light‒ violet magic filled the opening and swirled like smoke, calling to him in a way nothing else had.

A last gift. A way home.

He stepped through without caution, feeling the portal magic cling to him and tug at his clothing before letting him slip through‒ like fabric, almost, curtains draping across a window.

Cool air met him as he stepped down on the other side into darkness, and before anything else, collapsed to the ground. He rolled over and watched the dark portal dissolved into nothingness in front of him, fading to dust and disappearing into the night sky through the trees.

The forest was dark around him, the leaves beneath him soft and cushion like, and his body and mind were still drained from events before.

Jeremy slept, comforted by the sound of his own beating heart, and by the warmth that lingered on his lips and across his chest.

“Hey, dipshit.”

Jeremy groaned and rolled over. He rubbed his eyes and held a hand up to block the brightness until a shadow fell over his face and he blinked, struggling to look up at the person above him. Someone laughed quietly off to his right.

“The fuck you doin’ napping in my‒”

“Shh, look closer.”

“...Oh, shit, Jeremy?”

He grunted in a quiet response of an affirmative, not completely awake yet, and the figure crouched lower, becoming more recognizable. A spatter of freckles across a pale face, unruly copper curls that covered his head‒ “Michael?”

“Hey, man,” the botanist said, grinning. “The hell you doin’ in my garden?”

“...wha...”

The second figure‒ Lindsay‒ helped him sit up, a hand resting on his back to keep him upright as he caught his breath. “Where am I?” he mumbled.

Michael shrugged. “Middle of the Draconic Forest. Bottom of the valley you were going to.”

“The... valley? The valley!” Jeremy rubbed at his eyes and looked at Michael in shock. “The hell do you mean, the valley? Jack’s valley?”

“Ah, yeah,” Michael said. “It is kind of Jack’s garden isn’t it?”

Jeremy stared at Michael and saw, in the light streaming through the leaves above him, newer things. Twigs and petals were tucked messily in between curls, dirt marring parts of his skin, grass stains mixing in with the freckles. His ears were pointed, and his eyes were nearly glowing‒ small, pink lights appeared at his back, at random, and Jeremy laughed in disbelief. Michael stared in confusion.

“Well,” Jeremy mumbled, looking at the newest god, “Ryan did say you were on your way to bigger things.”

Michael and Lindsay steadily guided Jeremy on the path towards the opening of the valley, the scattered dragon scales a familiar sight, along with a few new plants blossoming between the cracks of rocks, white petaled daisies glowing in the soft darkness of the overgrown trees and dark belled nightshades hanging low around the archway’s bottom. The veil of magic was a familiar and welcome feeling as they passed into the area and Jeremy sighed in relief.

Jack came up with a smile from his side of the area, holding out a hand that Jeremy took gladly.

“It’s good to see you again,” the bearded man said, and Jeremy smiled.

“It’s good to see you too.”

The draconic god’s smile diminished at the stressed tone of Jeremy’s voice and took him from the couple, gently guiding him over the bridges towards the cabin. “You need rest. This much magic on your body is taking it’s toll.”

“Magic? I’ve never had a problem with magic before...”

“Jeremy,” Jack said with the tone of someone talking to a child. “You revived a god.”

“Ah,” he said quietly. There was a silence before he blinked in realization. “That was real then?”

Jack smiled. “The sunlight isn’t fake this time, Jeremy.”

Jeremy had nothing to say about that.

Jack ushered him into the cabin, settling him down on the bed and pulling his cloak away to hang on the bedpost. “Take a long rest and then we’ll talk about what happened‒ show you where your stuff is.”

“Stuff...?”

“Every ascension is different,” Jack murmured, placing a cold cloth‒ where had he gotten that‒ on Jeremy’s forehead. “You went through a hell of a trial to do it, but.”

Jeremy wanted to ask more but sleep was taking a steady hold on him once again, and he fell asleep looking towards the window, the towering dark structure just in his view.

“Gettin’ real fucking tired of this sleeping thing.”

Jeremy slipped out from under the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath of the valley air before opening his eyes. In front of him was the window, the dark structure standing in his sight, but he got distracted by the dust specks dancing in the sunlight.

The sunlight.

He held his hand out and watched the light coat his skin, the gentle warmth a familiar comfort and bringing him to quiet tears.

“Good,” he whispered. “Good.”

He stood up and grabbed his dagger without a second thought, tucking it into it’s sheath and opening the door to the valley. The air was now permeated with better smells than just chicken shit‒ roses and lavender mixed with the fertilizer and earth, as well as furnaces churning with charcoal and melting ores. The barrier of magic around the garden was clear and glassy, like an open window, and Jeremy smiled wider under the bright blue of the sky.

Off to the side came the sound of heavy beating wings, and Jeremy turned as Jack descended, slipping from his dragon’s back and moving forward to meet him.

“Are you feeling well?”

“Well rested, yes.”

Jack laughed. “It’s good to see you up and alright. Are you done, do you think?”

“With what I started, yes. But for the rest of it, I don’t think I can leave quite yet.”

“No one was asking you to,” Jack said softly. “You’ve got things to figure out first.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

“Do you... have an idea? Of what you are?”

“More than an idea,” he said, his dagger singing it’s pride. “I have it... from the source, so to say.”

Jack nodded with a knowing smile. “How do you plan to start?”

Jeremy took a deep breath and glanced upwards again. “I’m not sure.”

“That’s alright,” Jack said. “You have time.”

“It’s strange.”

“What is?”

“Not having that constant stress of impending doom.”

Jack laughed loudly, placing a hand onto Jeremy's shoulder to steady himself as he kept laughing. Jeremy couldn't stop smiling, feeling the sun on his skin once again, the familiarity of it somehow much better than he ever remembered it being before. He supposed it had something to do with what he knew now.

Who he knew now.

"Good morning," he said quietly into the open skies. "Welcome home."

And if he listened closely over Jack's laughter, he could hear a pair of voices in the wind, happy as day, echoing the sentiment back.

Rolling his eyes, his smile grew. "Go take a nap, Ryan."

#jerevinwood #jerevin #writing #this one's for sure more jerevin focused hgdhfhd #it's also REAL SHORT #bc i had everything but the last interaction done since june #but the last part KICKED MY ASS #ANYWAYS one more maybe

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magic-and-moonlit-wings · 6 years

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Chapter 7: Protective Urges

Becoming The Mask

Bolded and italicized text indicates characters speaking trollish.

Please ignore the weird thing tumblr keeps doing to the apostrophes and quotation marks. The punctuation goes back to normal when you click Keep Reading.

"Mmm." Barbara sniffed the air in the kitchen appreciatively. "Blueberry waffles, bacon mac-and-cheese … shrimp cakes? What is this, a last meal?"

Depending on when the Eyestone gets here, it just might be.

"Eh, I wanted to bake cookies," said Jim casually. "I decided to make your favourite, and then … all your favourites."

She kissed the top of his head. He hugged her and held on.

"You're angling for something, aren't you?" she teased.

"Come on, Mom. You deserve nice things. And we've both been so busy lately. When's the last time we just … had dinner?"

"I'll set the table."

Conversation was light and casual, with funny stories from Barbara's work and Jim's commentary on his lessons at school.

"I love you, Mom," he said, after their laughter died down from her description of one of the nurse's constant outlandish excuses for being late. The excuses frustrated Barbara to no end, but they were comedy gold when they weren't actively inconveniencing her and her patients.

"Love you, too, kiddo. I don't know what I would do without you." Barbara patted her stomach. "I'd be ten pounds lighter, but still."

Jim started clearing the dishes.

"Shrimp cakes?" Barbara continued. "Gosh, I haven't had those since …"

"Dad made them for us?"

"I didn't think you were old enough to remember."

"I remember enough."

I remember debating asking the Janus Order to track him down and feed him to Bular.

"I remember how his beard would scratch my face when he hugged me. How much he made you laugh while he was here. How much he made you cry after he left."

He forcibly scrubbed the heel of his hand across his eyes.

"And I remember what you said when I was old enough to ask about him – how we just have to take care of each other. I would never leave you like he did. You know that, right?"

Jim swallowed and felt the phantom scrape of Bular's sword at his neck.

"At least by choice."

Barbara squeezed Jim's shoulder. "Don't start with that, mister. I'm still hoping you'll end up choosing an in-state college."

"Heh."

I'll keep you alive once Gunmar is free. I'll find a way we can stay a family.

"You have to give me that waffle recipe." Barbara began packing up the leftovers. "If there's one thing I could eat forever, it's waffles."

"It's … here when you need it." Just like me. I'll always be here for you.

And if anyone tries to hurt you again …

Jim kept the Amulet in the stomach pocket of his blue sweatshirt. He wasn't sure if it had pulsed for a moment or if his gut had simply clenched on its own.

Draal found himself growing … reluctantly acclimated to the new Trollhunter. The fleshbag whelp still couldn't come close to besting Draal in combat, and his voice was annoying and his accent terrible when he tried to speak trollish, but he tried hard and he was getting better.

He would never measure up to Kanjigar's legacy, of course. Draal could relate to him on that point. Not that they ever spoke of it.

Draal let his eyes stray to his father's reassembled remains while waiting for Jim to arrive. Would Kanjigar be proud of Draal now, helping train the new Trollhunter? Or would he be outraged that Draal hadn't challenged the boy, for distorting the proud Trollhunter line by not being a troll himself?

Were they training Jim well? He'd already lasted longer than Unkar the Unfortunate, but he hadn't yet faced Bular or any other real threats, not even goblins.

If they weren't training Jim well … would Kanjigar regret not letting his son take part in Kanjigar's training, only observe it from afar? Or would it simply reinforce Kanjigar's apparent belief that Draal shouldn't be involved? That Draal wasn't strong enough, wasn't fast enough, wasn't skilled enough, wasn't strategic-minded enough, wasn't something enough?

Draal wished his father had just explained why Draal didn't measure up. If he'd known what he was doing wrong he could've fixed it, and then maybe his father would've let him help.

And then, maybe, Kanjigar wouldn't have died.

Or, if he'd still had to lose his father, maybe at least the Amulet would have considered Draal a more worthy successor to bear its mantle than a fleshbag child.

"Hello, Draal," said Jim, in … passable trollish. Draal grunted a greeting. He hadn't heard the fleshbag get there. He should be more alert. Jim continued, in the human language this time. "Do you eat lightbulbs?"

"Do I eat what?"

"Lightbulbs. They're like, glass bottles with a wire inside and a permanently-sealed metal cap. I've noticed trolls eating stuff like that, so I brought some things with me tonight, and AAARRRGGHH already ate all the VHS tapes."

When Jim offered him the bag, Draal felt foolish. He recognized the objects. He just hadn't known what humans called them.

"Yes," he said simply, and tossed one into his mouth. Delicious. "We shouldn't eat much before training, though."

"Yeah, I just thought, you know, it's nice to have a snack for after. I like cooking, but nothing I make seems like it would appeal to trolls."

"Tonight," Blinky interrupted to announce dramatically, "you'll be training together with the Forge active!"

"Wait, what?" Jim rounded on the four-armed historian. The bag of lightbulbs made clinking noises. "I can barely survive this thing when I'm not getting my butt handed to me!"

"And without weapons!"

"If you say 'without armour' too, I will quit right here and now –"

"If you do not have a weapon, your environment can be the weapon!"

The Trollhunter was nearly gutted by one of the blades that erupted from the Forge floor.

"A weapon you use, I mean!"

The Trollhunter had indeed been allowed to keep his armour, but it didn't look like it was helping him very much. Draal was winning more soundly than usual.

"I hate you, Blinky!" Jim yelled as he narrowly avoided a jet of flame.

Draal snorted in amusement. The human was quick, he'd give him that, but there was no strategy to his movement. He hadn't learned the flow of the Forge's movements yet.

There wasn't exactly a pattern – training to a pattern got you killed in a real fight – but there was a rhythmic flow to each of the Forge's mechanisms, and for those who could observe them and predict them, they could be tools as much as obstacles.

That lesson finally seemed to sink in a few minutes later, when the Trollhunter lured Draal into charging him just as one of the swinging blades rolled forward.

Draal would have been proud if he'd had a second's time to think about it.

The giant axe threw Draal into the air. He landed hard at the edge of the Forge's platform and skidded over the edge. He barely caught himself. Draal grit his teeth and tried to reach up with his other arm. He could feel himself starting to slip.

Then the Trollhunter was there, standing over him. Jim summoned the Sword of Daylight. Draal's eyes widened. When the human raised the blade, Draal cringed and looked away.

There was the sound of metal forcing itself into stone. But Draal did not fall.

He looked up. The sword was stabbed into the arena floor and the Trollhunter was holding onto the hilt for stability as he reached for Draal. Draal reached up to him. The armour pulsed with light as the Trollhunter pulled Draal to safety.

Draal was not an expert on human facial expressions, but from his tone of voice, Jim felt hurt and indignant.

"Did you seriously think I was going to stab you off a cliff into a pool of lava?"

"I wasn't sure what to think," Draal admitted.

"Draal." Now Jim sounded … oddly serious, almost like he was making a vow. "Draal, if I ever actually try to kill you, it will not be with your father's sword."

Draal was uncertain how to react to that odd promise, so he said nothing.

Blinky had deactivated the Forge and he and AAARRRGGHH were hurrying over. Jim turned to examine the Sword of Daylight, the blade buried surprisingly deep into the solid stone floor. Draal had thought at first it had been wedged into one of the existing grooves or cracks, but that section had been a smooth panel. The Trollhunter gave the sword an experimental tug. It did not move.

"Merlin might've been real, but I'm no King Arthur," said Jim. "I don't think I can get this out. Luckily," he made the sword vanish, "there's that option."

"Draal!" Draal had neither expected nor wanted Blinky to hug him. "Great Gronka Morka, when I saw you go over the side …"

"I'm fine, Blinkous." It was hard to shove away someone when they had twice the usual number of arms to hang on with. "Go congratulate your Trollhunter on his first rescue."

Part of Draal missed the friendly contact once it ended, but he pushed that down.

"Who puts lava in a training ring?" Jim demanded. "Is it magma since we're still underground, or since we're in an air pocket does it count as lava? Is it not as dangerous to trolls as it is to humans? Why is there lava?"

"Master Jim, please, calm yourself."

"I'll calm down once I get over nearly falling into a pit of lava! Is that there to enforce the 'always be afraid rule' or what? Are we actually deep enough that that's the mantle or is this a volcano? Is Arcadia Oaks built on a volcano?! What if it erupts?!"

"This is not a volcano, Master Jim."

"Then what's with the lava?!"

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crystalelemental · 6 years

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Did you know there are 48 megas, and 2 primal forms? I could've sworn there were fewer. This is such a weird revelation. Anyway, because there is a flat 0 chance of me shutting up enough to just rank them all, we're keeping the format. Based on my personal preference, top 15 and bottom 10 mega evolutions.

TOP 15: 15) Camerupt - I was never that big a fan of Camerupt, though I certainly didn't dislike it by any means. So the mega was a welcome addition, and I think it's a pretty interesting one! If there's any real flaw, it's that Fire/Ground still is not a good typing for something that is so slow and requires setup to run effectively.

14) Steelix - Mega Steelix looks awesome, but wow is it bad. The excess defense does it few favors since it didn't need it, attack and special defense still are not impressive enough, and they gave it a weather-dependent ability. There were so many different ways to take this mega that could've made it better, but I guess this is what we live with. A really cool design with a poor competitive presence.

13) Pinsir - Not one of my favorite megas, but one I greatly appreciate because it became so relevant. Pinsir is a beast to fight, and especially when Megas were first introduced, it was never a top tier enough threat to be well-prepared for, which...hysterically worked in its favor. Pinsir's movepool is crazy good, and it got a lot of tools it wanted with the mega and its ability. The only unfortunate part is, as always, Stealth Rock, and the requirement to boost. Swords Dance is what really lets it blast through things, and with it, you lose a lot of coverage.

12) Absol - Similar to Steelix, Absol is a Pokemon I really like, and I was thrilled about its mega. Its design is gorgeous, and Magic Bounce can always be fun. Unfortunately...it suffers from being a mixed attacker, which hasn't worked since gen 3. It lacks and form of bulk, 115 speed is good but not good enough when you have no hold item, and even with its special attack getting a massive boost, it's just not high enough to make it really work, while physical sets need to run Swords Dance if it's going to do anything other than late-game cleaning. You're pretty locked in to a lot of move choices, and it's unfortunately now in a position of too awful for UU, but too good for RU. Maybe some day that'll change...

11) Groudon - By now, I think people have a clear understanding that my preference between two Pokemon tends to favor the weaker. When it comes to Kyogre and Groudon's conflict, Kyogre is the decisive winner. So, of course, Groudon was my favorite of the two. When the remakes were coming, things suddenly got turned around entirely. Groudon now had a far stronger ability, a stronger typing, and enough raw power to blast through just about anything. I love the turnaround. Its also a pretty great design, seeming to be literally filled with the magma it embodies. I know it's a nightmare who has ruined competitive forever, but I'm just so happy for it.

10) Beedrill - Similar to Pinsir, I adore Mega Beedrill for largely competitive reasons. Its design is intimidating, but really, it's a situation where a mega went to the best possible option, and actually salvaged what some claimed was the worst Pokemon in competitive. Much like Absol, it has almost no defenses to speak of. Unlike Mega Absol, however, Beedrill went for the most min-maxed spread of stats I have ever seen, virtually eliminating its special attack stat in favor of a blistering 145 base speed, and even more ridiculous attack stat that got Adaptability of all things. Combined with some great tools in Drill Run and Knock Off, Beedrill was set to be a real monster. But then, even Gen 7 gave it gifts, allowing it to hit that 145 speed on the turn it mega evolves, allowing it to reject use of Protect and pack all its delicious coverage into one set. This is exactly what mega evolution should be like, for a Pokemon that could not have deserved it more.

9) Venusaur - Venusaur is my favorite starter from Gen 1, and to my joy, I feel like it got exactly what it always wanted: the best possible tanking ability for a Grass type. Eliminating half of its weaknesses outright, Mega Venusaur then got 120+ in both defensive stats to boot, creating an optimized tank that could be incredibly offensive with some recovery support, or an unbreakable wall. Plus it just looks awesome. This is exactly the kind of treatment that Venusaur deserved, and I'm so happy for it.

8) Lopunny - And you thought Beedrill's improvement was massive. Just like Beedrill, Lopunny had no attempt to be a balanced improvement, and just invested everything into speed and attack. It really does showcase the difference in mega philosophy between XY and ORAS. The ability is what really makes it stand out, allowing it to cover everything in the game with just two moves. The design is pretty good, but really, I'm just glad that Lopunny, of all things, got a serious power-up.

7) Altaria - Did I mention how much I love Altaria? Because it got a mega, and go figure, it's one of my favorites. It's a giant cloud with a bird-dragon inside. The design is so captivating, and the typing is divine. I'm not a big fan of Pixellate as the ability, and stats are spread a bit too evenly for it to really be that fantastic, but it's done really well for itself.

6) Ampharos - And now we get into massive competition going forward. Ampharos just barely misses top 5, largely due to performance. Its design is great, and a bit comical. The power-up it got is massive, and it works wonderfully on Trick Room teams. But...well... Dragon typing was a mixed blessing, giving it a lot of resistances, but also giving it three new weaknesses to worry about, including the ever-critical Fairy typing. Dragon Pulse being added is good, but without Draco Meteor there's far less of a potent hit-and-run tactic with Volt Switch, making it rely more on bulk. It's an unfortunate case of having a lot of improvement, but also having some added changes that really hindered it as well. But it does look great, and is a great choice on Trick Room.

5) Aggron - I've mentioned before that I love defensive play. Not necessarily outright stall tactics, but bulky offense and nasty tricks. Mega Aggron embodies both, being a physical behemoth of a Pokemon, with an ability that cuts super-effective damage by 25%, as well as Thunder Wave + Iron Head to really just mess with things. The mega form certainly has flaws. Its special defense is certainly lacking, and its speed is just a bit too low now that paralysis got nerfed, not to mention the inaccuracy issue. But its a great design and a great battle role for this wonderful evolutionary line.

4) Banette - Banette is...odd. I really like the design of its mega form, as if the spirit is bursting out, and Prankster is an excellent ability, but it just feels...haphazard? There's too much attack for it to play entirely like a defensive Pokemon, not to mention the lack of recovery is an issue. Prankster allows for a lot of status play, but the options it really needs kinda force it into very few options. Priority Destiny Bond is always fantastic, but by now everyone is familiar with what Banette does, so it's pretty easy to predict and play around. I think a bit of extra speed would've helped it to really be a threatening physical attacker. Still, I absolutely adore this thing. There are so many threats I've taken out that would otherwise steamroll a team, thanks to priority Destiny Bond. Gen 7 speed mechanics also allows it to run Substitute, which I think is an even better option than most. It's an obnoxious stall game you play with Phantom Force, but an effective one.

3) Gardevoir - A large part of me is disappointed this isn't #1, but I'm sure you'll understand why when we get there. Gardevoir was the single biggest point of hype for me in the days before XY was released. The reveal of Fairy type and what it did. The reveal that Gardevoir got the typing. The reveal that it was getting a Mega! And look at that Mega design! That's supremely classy, and the shiny form has a black dress just for added cool points. Everything in this generation was so kind to Gardevoir. Everything except its stats, anyway. Gardevoir would be another of my "embodiment of what a mega should be" options, if it weren't for the +20 to attack. There is no variant of Gardevoir in the entire world that's going to use that. +20 to defense would've been far more effective, allowing her to tank Scizor's Bullet Punch. +10 speed and +10 anywhere else would've allowed her to keep pace with all the other megas that arrived with that speed tier in ORAS. Gardevoir has since fallen to Borderline, and just...isn't as strong competitively as she should be. 100 is an awkward speed tier now, being just a bit too slow even among megas, and definitely too slow for something that can't hold an item. It has massive firepower, but physical bulk is depressingly low, which, combined with the speed problem, means its not surviving long without team support like Sticky Web or Tailwind. I swear, if they'd just re-allocate those 20 points in attack, Mega Gardevoir could be perfect.

2) Diancie - Diancie was a surprise to no one when it was officially revealed. Datamining is a thing, and the demos are notoriously bad about hiding that information, so we knew about Diancie almost as soon as the games came out. What we did not know, however, was that it got a mega. And damn, what a reveal. The mega form is gorgeous, among the prettiest designs in the entire game. The stat spread also changed dramatically, emphasizing speed and power over defenses (although 110 defenses is still stupid good). Magic Bounce was icing at that point, allowing it to avoid status entirely. Diancie got everything it could want, but more importantly, it got something I think should be more common: a mega that functions different from the base form. We'll talk about this a lot in the bottom 10, but I feel like megas, for Pokemon already doing well, should aim to be unique compared to the base form. Diancie's mega is about the most different from its base form of any mega, and I adore that. But, there's still one mega that's even better in my eyes.

1) Mawile - Behold, the ultimate lifeform. Mega Mawile is, without question, the best mega. It's a tiny little creature that's creepy yet adorable, the perfect mix of traits. Its power is beyond compare, in a fairly literal sense. In fact, if it weren't for Psychic Terrain, I'd say it would still be Ubers right now. Which is hysterical, because everyone expected UU when it was revealed. Huge Power is a monstrous ability, and with the increased power from mega evolution, Mawile is now the strongest Pokemon in the game by raw numbers. Access to Swords Dance also means it's power can skyrocket even further, or negate a Will-o-Wisp outright. Some people even ran SubPunch, just to get around its most common answers like Heatran. Sucker Punch got around its low speed, and made a mess of everything for standard attackers. Even with the meta changing this generation, it sounds like the most that's happened is that many Mawile now run Iron Head instead of Swords Dance, just to destroy the fairies that are running around the tier. Mawile is everything a mega should be. Stats were perfectly allocated. Ability was perfectly determined. At the end of the day, a small nothing at the bottom of competitive play became one of the biggest threats around, and that is exactly what a mega evolution ought to be doing.

BOTTOM 10: 10) Alakazam - I like Alakazam, and I like its mega, but you know what's dumb? Getting only +90 instead of +100 for your mega form. That's dumb. That's really dumb. It also doesn't help that, without Lele around, I can't imagine Mega Alakazam is all that good, since its defenses are still frail as shit and you'd knock it out by sneezing in its general direction. The mega form just also doesn't appeal to me all that much visually. It's not bad, but it's definitely lower end for me.

9) Glalie - Talk about a Pokemon that could've used a mega but just missed its mark entirely. Is Glalie still NU? I imagine it is, since it has so very little going for it. Ice type is Bad, no matter what, and Refrigerate did little for it, basically just allowing it to explode more easily. When your mega's main draw is entry hazards and exploding, you know there's a big problem. Its design is also...not good. It's the same angry face on a block of ice, but now the mouth part is bigger. It's underwhelming in every sense, but hey, I guess they at least tried?

8) Abomasnow - This is as good a place to being as any: many of the megas from XY are on the list, entirely because they do nothing different from their base forms. Their ability is the same, and their stats are basically the same with a few increases across the board to make them identical, but with better stats and no hold item. Abomasnow, I feel, got the worst of it. Hail is already bad, Ice/Grass is a terrible typing with too many weaknesses, and its stats were not sufficiently improved to really make it threatening. You require trick room for it to function at all. It's at least a nice new tool, since most Ice types need Trick Room to function, but this is a Doubles-only benefit. In Singles, it's just another Pokemon that requires too much setup to really function. It definitely needed a mega, but one that did something different than what it got.

7) Latios/Latias - Listen, I love the Latis. They're a fantastic duo. In fact if they weren't, there's no way they'd only be #7 on this list. I love their typing, their designs, and their hold item. Which is where things start to go wrong. Any mega would have to contend with Soul Dew, and almost hysterically, the obvious answer of "give the megas more speed" is the one thing they didn't do. Instead, it's a 20 or 30 point in every other stat, turning Mega Latias into a supreme tank with no hold item, and Latios into a mixed attacker with no hold item. The result? Latias had a brief stint as a fantastic boosting wall with Stored Power, then immediately fell off, and Latios is stuck in its own eternal hell, as the base form is an excellent OU contender but the mega form is terrible and can't even fall to the tier below due to the base form's success. Worse, their designs are bad. I didn't think you could mess up with the color purple, but here we are. It just looks off, and having the two share the exact same design feels lazy, even if they are meant to be "siblings" in a sense. They deserved better than what they got. Although, I do find it hilarious that the solution they had was to nerf Soul Dew. Yeah, that'll make the megas relevant... At least they were cool to ride around on, and served as a good introduction to Alola’s decision to remove HMs. Which was the correct one.

6) Salamence - Pettiness. That's all this is. Mega Salamence is a mega that's almost too good, at least in Singles. Intimidate in the base form means that massive defense stat is even harder to take on. Without Ice coverage, you're done. Base 120 speed, on top of access to Dragon Dance, means it's faster than pretty much everything. Hell, it warped the meta so hard that Scarf Greninja became a thing. And somehow never died off, despite being stupid. Salamence is a monster, and while the design is cool, the base form...really didn't need this kind of attention. Salamence was already pretty good, and making it this ridiculous was honestly a bit of a problem. It's one of the few times I agreed with Smogon's quick-ban decisions.

5) Charizard-X - In a similarly petty vein, I don't care for Zard-X. I don't care for it, for the pettiest reason. Why did Charizard get two mega forms? There's no reason. It's gen 1 favoritism pandering, that's all. Sure, Charizard, you can get two megas while the other, more interesting starters only get 1. We'll even make Blastoise' mega shitty, just for you. It doesn't help that I like Zard-Y a lot better, so I have to see this as the one that should've been cut out. It's just such a drain on resources. This mega could've gone to anything else in the game. Hell, if you really wanted to keep this one, then make Ninetales the mega with Drought. At least then she'd still have a use!

4) Mewtwo-X - Speak of the devil. Mewtwo didn't need megas at all. In fact, I'm a little pissed it got them at all. Isn't the theory that megas in XY came from what Pokemon powered the cannon? How would Mewtwo get a stone that resonates with it? Regardless, the main issue is just that, like Charizard, it got two megas for no reason. Again, just like Charizard, I see Mewtwo-Y as the correct mega form, so this one should not exist. The end.

3) Scizor - The bottom 3 all have the same issue: being the same exact thing as their base form, and definitely not needing a mega. Scizor was still a top dog at this point in the series. It didn't need more power. And what did they do? Gave it a mega that had minor stat increases across the board and took away a hold item, leading many at the time to insist that it was actually worse off than the base form. With the rise of many powerful Fairy types that can still beat base Scizor, Mega Scizor has at least carved out a separate niche and maintained OU while Scizor dropped, but this does little to change my frustrations. Mega Scizor has virtually identical abilities to base Scizor, and megas should function differently, or at least be a significant enough improvement that it feels distinct. Mega Scizor is neither of those things, and it bothers me tremendously.

2) Tyranitar - I think most people consider Mega Tyranitar worse than its base form. This one really got hit by the lack of a hold item. Assault Vest Tyranitar, in Sand, gets way more bulk than its mega form. Choice Band Tyranitar has a lot more immediate damage behind it, and is a more effective Pursuit-trapper. Mega Tyranitar really just utilizes Dragon Dance more effectively due to a slightly higher speed, but with boosting being a requirement for most Pokemon, I don't feel like this is a solid enough niche. It also retains exactly the same ability as base Tyranitar, giving it nothing to truly distinguish itself. And all this, for a Pokemon that was already top dog. Again, this could've gone to something that needed a mega.

1) Garchomp - What would you say is one of the most consistent top-tier threats in the game? Honestly, probably Lando-T for me, but Garchomp isn't far behind, often picking up any popularity that Lando-T loses in minor meta shifts. Garchomp is the toppest of dogs. It did not need a mega at all, and should not have received one. But it got one anyway. It got one that, like Latios, is worse than its base form in pretty much every way. Its ability is weather-dependent, so good luck with that, though at least it tried to do something different. Its attack skyrocketed, but somehow isn't even as high as Mega Heracross. But the loss of 10 points in speed really ruined what made Garchomp such a threat. Boosting may be all-important nowadays, but Choice items have value for a reason. Immediate power and speed has serious value, and Garchomp had a speed tier just above most common threats, including most XY megas. Taking that away means now it has to worry about how many things will be guaranteed to outspeed it. There may be a different story if Garchomp ever gets Dragon Dance, but if that happens it's probably going to Ubers anyway. But the real takeaway is the question "Why would I use my mega slot on something that already OHKOs most threats it needs to KO, just for it to be slower and more prone to being KO'd itself?" There are other options to consider, and Garchomp doesn't have any real utility as a mega. There's no reason to use it over any other option, barring maybe Mega Latios, who might be even less useful. Even Tyranitar can be argued to have some utility over this. It is the embodiment of the problems with how megas were implemented, going to far too many threats that were already top-tier, offering insubstantial changes that did little to nothing or even hurting viability, and taking up resources from things that could've used it instead.

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Yorik stood before his prize. He had seen it the night of the awakening, before the pleasant night out was interrupted by noisome living pests. If the boss had shown some patience they might have taken it then and saved him the trip.

Still, humans were easy to elude, and breaking into a building with a hole in its roof is a minor inconvenience when one climbs and skitters as well as Yorik.

“Are you not something?” He cooed. running a perpetually-decaying hand over the display. The bones had long since turned to stone, like Extinxion’s, but wasn’t he materials Yorik was after. He looked at the bones, half-submerged in stone. The skull was thick, with massive jaws and long, dagger-like teeth. “An apex predator... I hope you don’t mind if we talk a bit first, so many of my creations are... difficult conversationalists, once they are raised.”

He spoke to the skull as if the brutal thing would speak back. “The Boss, he only wants powerful... iron and bone and fangs. But that’s not what makes a monster. Its the story that makes the monster.”

He traced his claws along the skull’s eye stocket, down the spine, lined with long spines that one held a sail of flesh. “And you have that story... fossilized in the volcanic ash that smothered and roasted you and burned everything around you.”

“This little sign. Do you know what it says?” Yorik laughed. “One skull another... mmmm? It says they found your prey six inches from your jaws. The great apex hunter... dimetrodon grandis, killed by a mountain with your dinner close enough to taste. You must have been so very angry.”

Yorik pulled one of the amber hearts from the void within him. The flickering thing inside barely moved. It pulsed, like it was breathing, waiting for its moment. “This fellow is angry too... you should be friends.”

With both claws, Yorik shoved the heart to the fossil’s ribcage. The hard cyrstal made a loud ‘clack’ sound at impact, only to soften, and seep into the bones and surrounding stone.

Yorik pulled his hands away immediately. The rags on his wrists burst into flames, set alight by the heat radiating from the heart. Yorik scampered wildly before his brief panic broke. He shoved his hands into the cold void inside him, and felt the flames freeze and suffocate.

His attention returned to the fossil. The stone had remembered what it once was, the remembrance of a mountain of fire and death melted it back into lava, thick liquid stone that glowed as red as rage under a scabby, blighted black shell that was spreading over the bones. The bones were moving, halting and unnatural like a stop-motion creature in a long-forgotten monster movie.

“Yes!” Yorik cackled. “That’s it, take your first steps, tear yourself from the altar the humans put you on, and walk the world once more!”

The creature complied, through obedience or coincidence Yorik did not care. The metal framework of the display buckled under him, and he thrashed free, landing on the marble floor which sizzled and charred under him.

It first lay on its belly, short legs sprawled as it had in life. But as the lava covered his bones, those limbs reshaped, growing longer, turning his lizard-like build into something between a lizard and an ape, short, thickly muscled legs with arms twice as long, connected to a long, broad body. Yorik hopped back as the creature’s blistering skin caught flame, the spines along its spine growing a new sail of fire between them. It threw its head back and released a bellow not heard for almost two-hundred and fifty million years. A pair of flame-blue eyes snapped open behind lids of semi-molten stone.

“Alive.” The creature gasped its voice raspy and unpracticed. It reached up, one claw feeling at its chest in disbelief.

“Not quite.” Yorik chattered. “But close enough. I am Yorik, monstersmith in the service of your master, Lord Extinxion, and all our masters, Apothis. You are Dimetrogorgon.”

“Why am I-?” The creature stomped toward a nearby glass window, looking at itself in the reflection. Its voice rumbled, deep and threatening.

“You are because it is what I made you and named you. Dimetrogorgon!” Yorik said.

“If that’s what you say I-” Dimetrogorgon’s voice caught. Its eyes went wide and it coughed, a horrid, unnatural sound followed by a deeper gag, Yorik took a step back, his good eye wide as a saucer.

“No! The materials were right! The anger and suffering was there!” Yorik shouted in defiance. “You should be stable!”

Dimetrogorgon slammed its right palm into its chest, just at the base of the ribs. Its mouth flung open, and a ball of molten rock the size of a human fist hurtled across the room to embed itself into the wall. The marble sizzled, melting into the glob.

“-mmmm that is better, yes.” Dimetrogorgon said in a smooth, youthful voice. He sounded, for lack of a better word, handsome. “Don’t you hate it, when the stuff gets caught back there and you have to just ‘ugggk!’ it out?”

Dimetrogorgon mimed the expulsion of the lava orb, and laughed, cocking his head. “Gross, right? Got to say though, I am digging this! “

“Digging?” Yorik blinked. “How are you-”

“Yeah, on the prowl again, new packaging, new name, same winning smile!” To demonstrate, he drew back his lips into a human-like smile, or the best approximation of one his muzzle could manage. His teeth were flaweless, polished almost to being chrome. “Die-met-ro-gorgon! Love it! Doc, you’re an artist. For real...”

“Th-thank you?” Yorik said, baffled. He sat, stunned for a few moments, then clenched his jaw. “This is wrong!”

Yorik stamped his foot in anger.

“What’s the problem, Doc?” Dimetrogorgon asked, pulling himself away from the glass to turn to his creator. “I mean, you could have smoothed out my tail a bit, but hey, it’s character, right?”

“Where is your rage? Your hate? The fury of the volcano? The anger of the predator denied?” Yorik tore the nearest thing he could find, a fossilized shell, from a nearby pedestal. He hurled it to shatter on the ground in rage. “The humans couldn’t have given me better materials, how did I fail so-”

Yorik stopped.

“-the humans.” Yorik rushed to the molten remains of Dimetrogorgon’s display, realization falling upon him. “Desecration! Contamination! Vandalism!”

“”You twitch much harder and your head is going to fall off.” Dimetrogorgon responded.

“You were meant to savage and destroy.” Yorik hissed. “Decades being studied and admired and touched poisoned your matter! Are you even a monster?”

The question was more accusation than interrogative.

“Am I a monster?” Dimetrogorgon growled, his voice taking on a trace of the deep rumbling he had when he awoke. The cracks in his rocky skin glowed with volcanic might as he stalked forward, leaving molten footprints in the marble. “Am I a monster? I am THE monster, ya chicken-necked fool!”

Yorik backed up, he could feel the heat coming from his creation. Natural fire was painful, but barely inconvenient in the long term. The Entropy Legion, even its mistakes, were apart from that order.

“I am two tons of the hottest, the greatest, the brightest, the prettiest cursed soul you ever saw, or will see with your wormy little eye! I am the champ, the Prince, the prize attraction!” He was shouting with evangelical fury. “Humanity didn’t poison me. They recognized a star when they saw one!”

“Wait!” Yorik shouted, throwing his hands forward. His tone and posture changing, as his tongue moved in familiar patterns. “You’re right, I was, simply trying to get you to see your full potential! What father wouldn’t be proud of such a handsome and- handsome and talented young creature? But I’m not the one you need to impress!”

“What do you mean?”

“Saurians, humans, they defy your obvious brilliance!” Yorik grinned. “They say you’re too pretty to be dangerous! I told them they were wrong, that your bones would be the best the Entropy Legion could offer, but they don’t agree!”

“What? They said that?”

“Not all of them, obviously, or in those words, but you know how mortals are... so rude. So, limited.” Yorik patted his creation on the arm, snatching his hand back just as the rags started to smolder. He could see the wheels turning in Dimetrogorgon’s mind. Wrath was easy to direct but pride, pride barely took a nudge.

Dimetrogorgon turned his gaze back on the large, security-glass window that he had used as a mirror. The cracks of glowing orange on his left claw spread out from the joints, turning his whole hand into glowing red-orange magma, before it burst into blue-white flame.

Glass melted, the steel frame warped, paint smoldered and burned, and soon, the Museum of Natural History had a second monster-sized exit. Dimetrogorgon stepped from the molten footprints he left in the marble floor. He spun around, eyes locking on Yorik. “Point me at ‘em, doc. These fools need to learn that just cuz I’m hot don’t mean I don’t burn.”

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14][Chapter 15][Chapter 16] UPDATED: [Chapter 17]

Almost sixteen years have passed since Belle banished Rumplestiltskin at the town line. Rumple, as Mr. Gold, has been living in New York for the past years and is still trying to find a way back to Belle, when an unexpected visitor appears on his doorstep one evening.

Pairing(s): Rumbelle | Words: 59+k | Rating: NC-17/E

Main Characters: Belle French, Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Original Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Child(ren), Red Riding Hood | Ruby Lucas

Current Chapter: Glitter and Tea (17/?) [Read on AO3] [Tumblr]

Chapter Summary: What's with the glitter? - Some answers and some idiocy.

Notes: I'm with Ivy on this one. Morons. How about you?

Chapter 17: Glitter and Tea

“Rumple?” Belle looked up to find he had backed away from the sofa, his expression unreadable. “Did you…?”

For a hot second, she meant to ask if he had anything to do with Ivy’s skin; if he had done anything… magical to her, used some spell, or… potion to help with her nausea and vomiting; if he had done anything, anything at all - in a well-meaning manner of course - that could, possibly, have backfired somehow and made their daughter pay the sparkly… price, but Belle knew the question was silly and the answer had to be no. They were in the Land Without Magic. He couldn’t have done anything like it. And, judging by his reaction, Rumple was just as taken aback and confused by Ivy’s current state as she was.

Only, he didn’t look surprised anymore. His face was hard, angry; a mask made from narrowed eyes, curled lips and cold fury.

“Rumple, what-”

“You lied to me.” He spoke through his teeth, almost snake-like, hissing his nonsensical accusation at her, and Belle had no time to process it, to feel offended by his tone, or to do anything but stare at him as he lunged forward, swiftly ran a finger along Ivy’s upper arm, and withdrew with another low hiss, looking down at his hand in disgust.

Ivy whimpered into the stunned silence.

“Rumple!”

He cocked his head, studied her, and Belle felt her pulse quicken.

“What are you, dearie?” He asked in a low growl that she came to recognize, but hadn’t heard in a long time. Not since her early days in the Dark Castle, when she had been nothing but his maid, bound by a deal. But just like back then, his quirks and antics didn’t scare her. Irritate, confuse, intrigue, yes, but not scare her. She knew him too well; knew that he was the one frightened or unsettled by whatever was going on, and simply trying to deflect it.

Ivy, however, had no way of knowing any of it, and their daughter’s distressed little noises and the way she burrowed deeper into their embrace, made Belle want to fling a dirty towel at him - or the bucket.

“Shh,” she cooed, stroking Ivy’s heated cheek. “Lower your voice, Rumple.” She shot him a warning glare. “I don’t know what you’re talk-”

“This!”

His agitated hands made a mock-airy gesture that cupped Ivy’s curled up form, and Belle nearly flew off the handle and the sofa, but forced herself to remain calm and seated - for Ivy’s sake. As calm as she could make it, anyway.

“And what’s that supposed to mean now, hmm?”

Rumple’s jaw worked, his eyes swivelling back and forth between hers, trying to catch one of them lying. What was he insinuating? That Ivy wasn’t… his? That she, Belle, had-

“Fairy!” He spat the word, flung it at them like a rock. “You-! She-!”

He looked at her, wide-eyed and miserable, and her heart took an unexpected hit as he turned away and began to pace.

He looked so hurt, so deeply betrayed; his shoulders hunched and head bowed as he went, wringing his hands and muttering to himself that it couldn’t be, that he would have noticed, that he should have known; She must have hoodwinked him somehow, bewitched him, yes; but how could she have done it, a simple maid trick the Dark One, put a spell on him without being found out?! A spell so powerful - no, no, too powerful - she couldn’t have done it; But how had she managed to hide the truth from him for so long? Camouflaged her true nature? What glamor-?

“Rumple. Stop!” Belle pleaded, her eyes and head swimming from his circles and the manic monologue. “I don’t understand. What are you saying? The fairies-? They… did this? To Ivy? Rumple, please!”

He stopped, shook his head, held up a hand.

“Belle-” he breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut before he exhaled, letting out a long breath. When he looked at her again, his eyes were clear, but wary.

“What do you mean?”

“When… when she was born… the Mother Superior…”

He sucked his teeth.

“Sorry. I know you don’t like her, but she and the fairies… they were the only ones willing to help and…” she trailed off as he ran a hand over his face.

“The Old Fairy,” He forced the name past his teeth as if rubbing something disgusting and grimy on a washboard. “She… was there? She was there when-”

“Yes.” Belle nodded, pressing her lips together, and wrapped herself around a shivering Ivy like a protective cocoon. “Rumple, please. You’re scaring her.”

He blinked, blinked again, and then his face crumpled. He stared down at his hands, like he had done after losing his temper in the kitchen the first time she’d come into his home.

“I’m… sorry. Belle, please. I didn’t mean to-” He took a few wobbly steps and lowered himself into the armchair, where he put his face in his hands and breathed heavily.

Belle watched him, relaxed her arms and shoulders, and took a moment to breathe as well. Then she shifted a little and reached out to - almost - touch his arm.

He looked round at her anyway, and she smiled tentatively.

“So, you know what the… rash is?” She asked quietly, and he gave a dejected nod.

“Fairy’s Bloom.” He sighed and leaned forward on his knees to look at Ivy, who was peeking out from inside Belle’s arms. “Ivy, what day is your birthday?”

His voice was soft, gentle, apologetic, but Ivy hesitated. She cast her eyes up to look at Belle, who answered, “July 28th. 2015,” took a breath, and added: “A Tuesday.”

Rumple smiled a sad little smile and put a finger to his lips.

“So, as of today, … that’s 15 years, two months, and seven days.”

“Whoa,” Ivy breathed. “Freaky.”

Belle was used to his knack for numbers, to how little it took him to jump back and forth in time effortlessly in his mind. She assumed it came with his age, having lived for as long as he had, but coming to think of it, she had never asked Rumple about it.

“Ah.” Rumple said, reaching a silent conclusion to another thought. “That, ah, well…” He blushed without finishing, and Belle quirked a brow.

“That… that would be…” he stammered, avoiding her gaze and shifting in his seat.

“What is it? --- Rumple?”

“I’m not sure I should say…” He glanced at her. “In present company.”

Belle laughed, pretending to cover Ivy’s ears, but her daughter wriggled free almost immediately.

“Mom!” She coughed. “What are you two talking about?”

“You see… ah, you were born on July 28th,” Rumple began, his eyes latching onto Belle’s with an unexpected heat that made her cheeks grow warm and something in her belly flutter, “but you’ve been… there… since -” He paused - “before then.”

Belle’s face flushed when she realized where he was getting at, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his, or open her mouth to do anything about it.

“You… you know, sort of since your mother and I -”

“Dad!” Ivy’s hands flew to her ears. “Stop! Don’t! Oh God, please. I think I’m gonna be sick again...”

“And, if my calculations are correct, that means you, that is your… essence, just turned 16.”

“Don't say it! Ew, ew, ew! Too much information!” Ivy squirmed. “Jeez, dad!”

Belle bit her lip to keep from laughing, her face hot and mind fuzzy as she glanced down at Ivy. She cleared her throat.

“Why the… glitter?”

“Magical blood will out at sixteen,” Rumple said, earnest. “And that,” His eyes swept over Ivy. “That is fairy blood.”

She gawked at him, unsure of whether he was serious or not; whether he wasn’t imagining things; whether this wasn’t a fever dream and they were all stuck in it together, sickness and exhaustion getting the better of them. She closed her eyes, opened them again, squinted in the harsh morning light that slanted in through the blinds. A new morning, a new day.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Doesn’t it?”

No, it didn’t. He had lost his mind. Belle narrowed her eyes.

“What are you saying?”

“Magic doesn’t lie. People do.”

She wanted to strangle him. And by the Gods, she would have if that hadn’t meant leaving her child fatherless - and having to leave the sofa. Her body was too heavy to move; too tired to hold all her emotions. They flooded her face and eyes, spilling out and over before she could rein them back in.

“Oh, so I’m lying then?! Is that it? You think I’m lying?”

“Well, are you?”

There wasn’t enough air in the room. It was stuffy and growing smaller by the second, making Belle’s heart race and legs tingle. As soon as Ivy was feeling better, she would take her and get out of here, and leave him to spin his nonsense in peace.

“I don’t even know what I’d be lying about, Rumple!” she yelled, her eyes stinging and head throbbing. “All I know is that Ivy is my child. And she is yours. But if you’re so much more knowledgeable, how about you fill us in?”

Heavy, strained silence.

“I’m just stating the facts,” he said, voice rising like magma. “Magical blood. Fairy blood. It’s weak, but it’s there. She must have gotten that somewhere; from someone - and that someone isn’t me.”

She watched him shudder.

“Oh, so it must be me?!” You are ridicu-”

“Mom! Dad! Stop!” Ivy’s anger matched theirs. “You’re both crazy! I’m not a fairy!” She pushed Belle’s arms off and wrangled free from their embrace, struggling with the layers of blankets as she twisted her body to show them her back. “See?” She pointed over her shoulder. “No wings. There.”

She turned her head awkwardly to look at Belle and whispered, “Fairies have wings, right Mom?”

Belle chuckled tearfully. “Sorry, baby.” She rubbed Ivy’s back and buried her face in her neck, breathing in the familiar smell. “Your father has lost his mind.”

“I’m not wrong, Belle,” Rumple protested. “It’s in her makeup. Her… DNA. Which means it’s in yours.”

Belle threw up her arms.

“So now I’m the fairy?! I’m a fairy too? Oh, I know. Maybe we’re all fairies now? Who knows?” She scoffed. “Rumple, do you hear yourself?”

“You speak Fairy, don’t you?”

What did that have to do with anything? She was losing her mind. He was making her lose it.

“I can read it, yes. A few dialects. My mum taught me. But-”

“Ah.” He looked smugly self-confident, and it drove her up the shabby wall.

“But I also speak Mountain Troll. That doesn’t make me one, now does it?!”

Ivy shook her head, her tangled curls tickling the inside of Belle’s arms and making her smile involuntarily. “Pu-lease. That’s not hard. All you have to do is grunt and roar. Trolls are dull.”

“Ivy!”

“What?”

“Don’t say that.” She wasn’t laughing anymore. This wasn’t a laughing matter or an acceptable attitude. “Mountain trolls are a very kind and sensitive people.”

“You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,” Rumple concurred. She shot him a pointed look.

Oh? Really?

“I know, I know.” He held up his hands. “But, Belle, are you sure… are you absolutely sure that you - or your mother - I mean, couldn’t it have been…?”

“My mother died when I was 12. You know that. Had she been a fairy…” Belle heaved a long, bitter sigh. “She might still be with us.”

“Perhaps she is.”

She shook her head. Wrapped her arms tighter around Ivy and herself.

“It’s true, fairies are immortal, but that doesn’t mean what you think it means; doesn’t mean what most people assume it does. Fairies can never truly die, but they don’t stay alive in a way that’s easily grasped or understood by… normal… non-magical folk either. They-”

“Air on the wind, Dust in the desert, A single drop of rain. I was here, I am here, and I will be here again,” Belle recited, the words coming back to her of their own accord. An old fairy scroll, a poem she and Mother had translated when she was a little girl. Or had it been a song? It might have been a song.

Rumple nodded. “See?”

“No, I don’t.”

“It’s all about essence for them. It’s in every cell, in their bodies, the magic. Even in the glitter. As long as a part of that exists in the world-”

Ivy rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful. “Is this the Lion King? One of you going to break into song now?! Newsflash:” She pointed at her own chest. “Not. A. Fairy. Okay? Got it? --- Good. Case closed.” She pushed Belle off again, staggered to her feet, swayed, and stomped off to the kitchenette, much of the effect lost on her unsteady, asymmetrical and insecure gait. “You two are mental.”

“Ivy, please.” Belle cautioned gently. “Baby, be careful.”

“I can make tea, Mom. Jeez.” Ivy turned off the water and slammed the old kettle on the stove with a bang, made to turn on the gas, but then whirled around instead, holding out her bare left arm for them to see. “There. No more... rash or... glitter... or whatever. Can we stop with the crazy now? And the arguments? And the crazy, stupid arguments?!” She turned her back on them again, and hoisted herself up on the counter to reach the wall cupboard where her father kept the tea and the tea set.

Her skin had stopped sparkling.

“Ivy! Get down there. Now!” Belle pushed to sitting, legs off the sofa and one hand resting on the edge, ready to push herself off and fly to the rescue at a moment’s notice. “You’re gonna fall. Watch your arm!”

Ivy shot a hot glare over her shoulder, and Belle bit her lip. Yes, they had set wonderful examples for their daughter, hadn’t they? She had set a wonderful example.

“Please, just be careful,” she said a little calmer. “You already have one arm in plaster.”

“Yes, listen to your mother, please.” Rumple agreed.

Ivy groaned. “Yes, Mooom. Yes, Daaad.” She hopped off the counter, scrambled to find her footing, but caught herself just in time. “Oh. My. God. Chill.”

“Watch your tone, young lady.” Rumple’s voice was stern.

Ivy whirled round, but had to grip the counter hard not to fall. “Why? You aren’t?!”

Belle put a hand on Rumple’s arm. “And we are sorry, baby.” She patted the spot beside her on the sofa and smiled encouragingly. “Please, come, sit back down. And let’s talk… calmly and rationally… no yelling. I promise.”

“And I do too.” Rumple got to his feet and hobbled over to Ivy to wrap her in a slightly awkward hug - ever tried hugging a hedgehog? - then took the tea kettle from her and sent her on her way with a playful pat on the backside.

“Hey!” Ivy grumbled, but kept walking. “Okay, okay, fine,” she huffed, plonking back down beside Belle and folding her arms across her chest, looking daggers at them both. “But you two exhaust me!” As if to prove her point, she yawned heartily and clasped a hand over her mouth, her cheeks turning pink.

“I know.” Belle pulled her into her own hedgehog-hug, which Ivy let happen under protest, and planted a wet kiss on her cheek, laughing softly as her daughter scrambled away and ran a hand over the spot in exasperation. “We exhaust ourselves too.”

“MOTHER!” Ivy hollered. “Enough. Ugh.”

Grinning, Belle held up her hands.

As the rest of the night died outside, they wrapped themselves in the blankets again and snuggled up against the cushions, waiting in warm silence until Rumple was done with the tea and brought it over, setting it on the table.

“Two?” He asked her, and Belle nodded, taking the cup from him after he’d added the sugar.

“Why did it stop? The glitter?” She asked, feeling Ivy’s deep breathing reverberate in her body. They really had worn their poor baby out. She brushed at Ivy’s hair with her free hand, then took a tentative sip. Valerian root, rose, and lavender. “Where did it go?”

“It’s not permanent. Not in the Land Without Magic.”

“And, it’s what’s making her sick?”

“No,” he smirked. “That would be your bug.”

“Oh, ha-ha.” She punched his arm lightly, careful not to spill her tea. “So, it’s all my fault either way?”

“Looks like it.”

Belle knitted her brow, set her cup down, and looked at the ceiling. “Do you really think… think my mother could have been a fairy?”

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