#just because they can't sing or travel by map
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space au where professional pilot dream is hired for a transport flight across half the galaxy.
his employer even supplies the ship, a new model made by reputable manufacturer soot corp. and "one of only six released prototypes", as the guy proudly tells him.
dream's not complaining, considering the sleek design, strong motors, and impressive technology on the control panel.
with the first half of the pay deposited in his account and his cargo stored, dream boards, sinking into the surprisingly plush seat of the captain's chair.
flipping the switch to activate the controls, he startles when a sudden light flickers to life on his right, bathing the cockpit in a bright silver blue glow.
when dream turns to it, a face is staring back, and it's only now that he realizes that he's looking at a hologram.
"hi, i'm wil, your assistant navigator." the hologram says before smiling brightly at dream.
it takes the form of a young man, probably around dream's age, with wild brown curls, warm eyes, freckled cheeks, and a simple black sweater.
dream just blinks at it, righting himself in his chair as wil explains, "i've already received the coordinates to your destination. do you want me to tell you and let you figure out the route or should i guide you step by step?"
his head is spinning, surprised that the artificial intelligence already knows where to go when dream didn't get more than an "a small, relatively populous planet in the outer ring" from his employer. though this might explain why he didn't go into detail about it.
he clears his throat, finally smiling back at wil.
"i'd appreciate it if you tell me."
finally starting the motors, he listens as wil rattles off the coordinates, already mapping out the best way in his head. it isn't an area he's been in before, but he's visited planets close to it, and while it's a relatively long trip of around a week, it's also not a very complicated one.
when he voices the thought, wil agrees, right before rambling about all the reasons why the region is a lesser visited part of the galaxy and how that's good for them.
they're in hyperspace already when the talking eventually stops, wil blinking up at dream.
"wait. what the fuck is your name?"
the question is so blunt and out of the blue that dream can't stop himself from snorting, finally introducing himself. he tells wil a bit about his home planet, about his family, and how he came to be a pilot.
and it's nice.
the artificial intelligence is a surprisingly good listener, with a great sense of humor and a seemingly endless supply of little jokes and quips.
dream thinks he's going to enjoy the week of travel.
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the days pass way too quickly. dream spends almost all of his time in the cockpit, talking to wil, who he's learned a lot about.
wil goes by he, and he likes to sing. he's sarcastic and enjoys telling stories. he knows a lot about the universe and loves nothing more than talking about it.
and dream's getting way too attached to an artificial intelligence bound to a ship that doesn't belong to him.
it doesn't get better when they reach the orbit of their destination.
because it definitely doesn't look like the planet dream's employer described to him.
sure, it's in the outer ring. but it's not small, and not populous either. in fact, it seems as if no one lives on the giant green planet.
"are you sure this is the right place?" he asks wil, doubtful as he looks down at the hilly surface.
"yes." wil answers softly, and there's something in his voice that dream can't quite place.
he pushes it to the back of his mind when the hologram starts directing him to the landing site.
it's... weird.
the place where they finally touch down is a flat area covered in green stems dream has never seen before, close to a majestic mansion that reminds dream of the strange, intricate glass structures you can find on diare.
something doesn't feel right, and dream voices as much to wil.
"i'm sorry." the hologram replies.
dream whips around to him, finding wil unable to meet his eyes and his expression hidden behind his disheveled curls.
"what do you mean?"
and when he doesn't get a response, "wil, what the fuck do you mean?"
wil swallows.
"if you want answers, go to room 16. and for the the small chance that someone asks why you're there, tell them you followed hullar's orders."
then, he flickers one last time before disappearing.
and dream is left staring at the console, torn between finding out what's going on and leaving to complete his job.
as always, his curiosity wins in the end.
he crosses the short distance between the ship and the house, surprised when he finds the door unlocked. no alarm bells start ringing when he steps into a grand foyer, and there aren't any people either. the whole building seems empty and unprotected, but there's a creepy air hanging over it that doesn't quite allow dream to relax.
two doors lead further into the mansion, and dream picks the left one at random, peeking inside to find a long corridor with numbered doors, all of them a strange off-white color.
the numbers start with two though, so he closes it again, walking over to the other door.
the hallway that lies behind it looks identical to the first one, but this time, the numbers start with zero and thus seem more promising to dream.
he closes the door behind him when he enters the deserted corridor, taking a slow, deep breath before he starts walking.
the even numbers are on the left side, and room number 16 is almost at the end of the hallway, looking just like the rest of it.
dream's hand shakes a little when he reaches for the handle, but he pushes it open without any hesitation.
on the other side stands wil.
he looks exactly like he did on the ship; messy curls, light brown eyes, smooth skin, a black sweater.
but this time, he's real. a person made of flesh and blood, just like dream.
dream doesn't know if he wants to punch or hug him.
"what the hell?" he chokes out as the door silently shuts behind him.
wil smiles sheepishly at him before ducking his head, curls falling into his face in the way dream has seen so often in the last week.
"hey dream." he whispers, and dream almost flinches at the sound of his voice, so similar and yet so different from the slightly distorted version of it he's heard over the last few days.
"what the hell." dream repeats, softer and a little more composed. he straightens his shoulders, letting out a deep sigh as he crosses his arms.
"care to explain?"
it comes out a bit more demanding than he wanted to, but in his defence, this is probably the strangest situation he's ever been in and he doesn't quite know how to handle it.
wil doesn't seem to take offense, although he does shrink a little bit further into himself.
"i'm really sorry." he apologizes again, tone the same as when he said it on the ship. but this time, he doesn't disappear after, instead continuing, "my name is wilbur, wilbur soot."
dream's arms fall to his side at that, the name registering immediately. however, he doesn't get the chance to think about it as wil goes on with his explanation.
"my father is the founder and chief engineer of soot corp., and as you may know, they're the leading company on the market when it comes to spaceships. with that comes a lot of envy and a bunch of very ambitious rivals."
wil finally looks up at him, a soft, sad smile curling the corners of his mouth.
"i'm my father's only child. and people know that hurting me would hurt him. so he keeps me here, keeps me safe. but i don't want to live in a golden cage anymore."
his expression shifts, something so sweet and hopeful in his eyes that dream has to hold himself back from pulling wil into his arms.
"i wanna see the universe. i wanna see the planets and the stars and the galaxies i've only ever read about. i wanna be free."
and dream knows how this is going to end, knows what he's going to ask before he actually does.
"can you take me with you?"
and how, how is dream supposed to say no to someone with so much wonder twinkling in their eyes, someone with so much passion and curiosity for what the universe has to offer.
he nods.
the smile that takes over wil's face is blinding and steals dream's breath for a moment. he basks in it, just for a small second, before he reciprocates it, gesturing towards the door.
wil nods, and together, they leave the room, and then the hallway, and then the house.
there are still no people, still no alarm bells, but the creepy atmosphere seems to disappear in wil's presence, leaving nothing but a content warmth in dream's chest.
it doesn't take them long to reach the ship, and dream sinks into the captain's chair with a satisfied sigh, something that makes wil giggle from where he's tucked himself into the co-pilot seat.
starting the controls, he expects hologram wil to come back to life, but the spot where he usually appeared stays empty.
"huh?" dream mutters to himself before turning to wil.
"where's the artificial intelligence? even if i found you, it should still be here."
wil's sheepish grin returns.
"you weren't talking to an artificial intelligence. you were talking to me. to get away, i had to find a way to contact someone, and since my father developed these prototypes here, i had the chance to secretly build in a video messenger."
dream blinks, stunned.
"so... everything hologram wil said and did was... you? it was real?"
wil nods, and something in dream settles at that confirmation.
because it's strange. theoretically, they only met twenty minutes ago. but dream already knows how wil sounds when he's tired and how much he loves constellations and what his favorite food is. and in turn, wil already knows who dream's best friends are and which planets he likes visiting the most and which ships he would love to fly.
wil is real, and he's here, and he's going to stay.
dream grins to himself when he starts the motors and lifts off, leaving the planet behind and entering space in no time.
stabilizing them somewhere where they're not going to be in the way of other ships, he turns to wil, planning to talk about their next moves.
he's stopped by the sight of wil curled up in the chair, knees pulled up to his chest as he looks out the window, sparkles in his eyes and the softest smile imaginable on his face as he watches the stars.
dream chuckles, quietly making a promise to himself.
he's going to show wil the universe.
#probably the most stupid idea i've ever had but my god was it fun#typed this out in like three and a half hours and it's now 3am#i need to sleep lmao#dreambur#c!dreambur#madduo#au ideas
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Saw this comment under a message I sent a few days ago.
"'What does he do that they don't think a gay man would do? I'm genuinely curious because I don't get it.' Is anon being serious right now ? So according to anon gay men in 2023 sing about loving women and having sex with women everyday ? And according to anon gay men also flirt seriously with women, speak with sexual innuendos to women and try to get the attention of beautiful women on them ? Either anon is blind or anon has never met a gay man in her life."
Yes I'm being serious, is this commenter serious? In 2023 the vast majority of queer people globally remain closeted. In 2023 there are queer people who pretend to be straight, who have to pretend to avoid negative repercussions and I can't believe they think that this wouldn't apply to a K-pop idol. Especially one who has the entire world's eyes on him right now and who has not yet completed his mandatory service in a country that upheld its draconian sodomy laws for the military just a couple of weeks ago.
What kind of privileged bubble do you have to live in to think closeting is no longer a necessity at all? Because that is what is being suggested here so are they not aware that its not just careers at stake over this? To say something like this seriously this person has to believe that if any of them are gay they would be open about that which I'm sorry is an absolutely insane take. We're going to keep having this conversation over and over again as long as the world is not safe for all queer people to be open about it and people have the nerve to go into queer spaces every day to try to gaslight people into thinking that is no longer the case.
LOTS of gay men have sung songs about women, lots of very famous gay men have sung songs about women. Where has commenter seen him flirt "seriously" with anyone????? How are Taekookers called delusional by people who in the same breathe talk about musical performances and mvs like they're reality, and take his flirty banter with fans is "seriously"? Is that what they're talking about???
Commenter, I'm a queer person myself, I know and love lots of others and it is YOU who are blind to the struggles queer people go through every day. Yes even in 2023 and guess what, it will sadly be like that in 2024 and beyond.
Hi anon!
Yes, thank you for this! That comment bothered me to no end. That person has a very biased and factually wrong view of the world. They may think artists are beyond harm due to being queer, bit that is simply not true. Sure artists come out these days, but how many wait until after the peak of their career, how many may still be closeted (anon does not know that)? In a country like SK, where there’s actual laws against queer people.. without even knowing the number, you can bet there’s many people not out.
Just a few facts:
This is a map of the countries in which being queer is punishable.. in some cases even with the death penalty. The world is bigger than America and Europe, and being artists.. they need to be safe everywhere, because they travel to and through those countries to perform. Jk went to Dubai to perform..
For some reason I’m unable to post links atm, but the site is mentioned in the bottom here.
Only five countries have equal rights for queer people and non queer people. There’s many many countries in which the equality is barely in sight.
South Korea is not great, this only just happened, and it’s not like men have an option to opt out of military service… so they’re stuck.
And that’s only part of the legal consequences queer people have to deal with.. the social aspect of being queer is in many many countries harsh. Queer people everywhere get harassed, attacked, abused, ostracized, just for being queer and loving who they love.
That comment was super ignorant and blatantly diminished all the struggles queer people still have these days. Great that the person posting that comment feels so free.. but it would suit them to open up their thoughts to places where people aren’t that lucky.
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My theory, probably jack is going to ask for the traveler and siha nova's help, since well I asume they are like two strong characters of the lore + it would be cool so they add more coaches to the main lore
Imagine the coaches for LEVITATING, ROCK YOUR BODY, Jack Rose come through and save rhe day
My theory is that the entire map for Treasure is basically Night Swan gaslighting Jack Rose, she made him reflect and see a different version of himself where he is still working as her right side man (hence the cape and hair), and because he’s working for her, he can now see himself as a successful and famous person who’s accomplished his dreams. The other Jacks in the map are basically signifying that Jack is his own biggest fan and that he cares a lot for himself. But in the end, Jack has to think to himself about what he wants, and eventually he realizes that he has actual friends who actually support and want to see him successful (Wanderlust and the others), so he runs to help them defeat Night Swan when he gets the warning from Mihaly, but unfortunately he’s too late.Show less
I feel like 2025 Jack is def getting a redemption arc and I think he might recruit Siha Nova and The Traveler (wanderlusts's parents) for help and maybe a few others. or jack might do it all himself who knows!! ALSO!!! NEXT YEAR I WANT NIGHT SWAN BACK STORY!!!!
I would love to see Siha nova and the traveller fighting Night Swan in JD 2025, they started this story, they should end it
I hope when the story goes on they bring back the parents of wanderlust who help Jack Rose fighting Night Swan back but at then end they could stay in the much cooler clothes but be the good ones?
I just hope to god they bring in the Beggin’ Coach, Cygnus, seeing that he is connected to Night Swan somehow. Maybe Jack would not only get the help of Wanderlust’s parents, but Cygnus, too?
Maybe this means next year Captain Crimson will help Jack to follow them in a new ship
Miahlly is a master of the flow and channelling the panda when she becomes him in her map and in swan lake but as she is being pulled away to the dark side she can't channel him and turns back into herself and then sends that last signal to Jack using the flow while she still can before completely turning to dark side also your son Jack is at the swan lake looking in it and night swan projects this alternate reality in witch she is showing him her feelings of love towards him and the future she is trying to give him if he comes back to her so it's actually night swan portraying him and singing those lyrics to him as him in the dream and saying that he is her treasure and she can make all his dreams come true if he lets her treasure him and is hers alone again so she can pass her throne to him and make him king of the dance universe so now he has to make a choice in the mean time she set sail to give him time to choose witch path he wants to followShow less
Jack for sure get the Time Traveler, Si'Ha Nova & the Panda to help him, maybe even the Gimme More coach.
What if Jack then gets dancers from super songs like Telephone, Sail, Gimme more, and also the Traveler and Si’ha to help him save his friends?
I don't Siha Nova and thw traveller are going to be happy at what wanderlust did (turning evil) even if he tries to explain
I wonder if they will bring in The Traveler and Siha Nova in to the story and it becomes them teaming with Jack Rose to save the rest of the group and their son
Me nether. I think that jack rose will team up with other coaches to save his friends. 1st of course siha nova & the traveler can save discoball & wanderlust cause the made discoball + wanderlust is their son. Next agent d cause she's a spy and with her chameleon like ability could really coming in handy and I can see her saving breeziana since they both care for the people in their lives breeziana inspiring people to never give up with her heart and d being a agent who saves peoples lives on a daily basis with her missions 3rd and hear me out, I think mothagan will save mihaly since moth is a coach who helps other coaches rest in peace aka heal them in her cryptic cave can probably reach out to mihaly's spiritual side to help her break free and lastly jack rose saving sara. Sara made jack realized that dancing should be happy and fun not to worry about perfection or his mother(that "blond dog" nightswan is) and so it would be kinda returning the act of kindness back and help sara get over her anxiety about dancing. Or they can make new coaches to team up with jack rose. Or jack rose saving them all by himself. And of course ending with the just dancers happy and nightswan being locked away forever. Ps I kinda want nightswan dead but its a family friendly game so they can't do that. Bonus we need a story mode season. #prayforthejustdancers #endnightswan
Imo the story is better. Last year, it felt kinda cheesy for me with the heroes immediately succeeding in fighting off Night Swan. It served as a decent enough way to introduce the characters but lacks noticeable stakes, which this years has more of. We get stakes right off the bat with Night Swan taking disco ball, and then they increase with her attempting to possess Sara, and the final two raise them even more by possessing the rest of the coaches and leaving Jack Rose isolated. The cliffhanger gives the next game’s story a more dramatic opening. Overall, the story this year just feels more entertaining to me. That said, some of my favorite routines in the series are coming from story mode (Never Be Like You, Treasure, Witch, and Tainted Love are all up there), so I’m happy with what they’re doing, even if the story isn’t the best thing on the planet.
another Theory I have is that Captain Crimson is Jack Roses Father and Jack Rose and Captain Crimson Teams Up to Save Jack Roses Friends (also if that’s True I really hope it’s gonna be the song Burn The Ships by for KING & COUNTRY and that it uses the Music Video Audio with the Cutscene method they used with Swan Lake)
and maybe they might instead finally turn Night Swan to the Good Side by fixing what made her Evil in the first place (if so we might get a Leaked song that didn’t make it so don’t Scroll Down if you don’t wanna be Spoiled) Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of These)Show less
#just dance 2024#just dance 2022#just dance 2023#wanderlust jd#just dance#jd the traveler#jd si’ha nova#jd wanderlust#jd sara#jd mihaly#jd brezziana
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threw a mermaid!cas art piece into the pot that is the @reversefantasyspnbang and like magic a mermaid!cas fic appeared :00
here's the banner I made for this, (yes another) desk with stuff on it. idk why I draw so many desks as banners either. but yeah this one is pirate flavored and has a spyglass and compass on it as well as a phoenix feather and fancy pendant thing that was inspired by the one from Disney's 'Moana' with a spn-themed pentagram thrown on there, though the pendant kinda looks like a Tamagotchi and I can't get that image out of my brain. the fish in the drawer was supposed to be a placeholder for something else in the original sketch but it was silly so it stayed 🎉
the title is on a pirate map that's supposed to tell its own story or whatever. the dashed line explores all around the area with various scribbled-out x's marking various spots as well as a whirlpool type deathtrap around what would be the 'a' in 'dead'. the only un-scribbled 'x' is on a tiny island called Mermaid Rock (the thing around the giant tail-shaped 't' in 'tails'), but since the pirates go out of their way to avoid that area (as seen in the dashed line where they get sucked into the whirlpool instead) due to superstitions about mermaids being bad luck, they don't know whether there's actually anything there or not and therefore can't eliminate it
this was the original art piece I submitted, featuring Dean holding up Cas, who's tangled up in a net. looking at it now I can see that angle of the boat is...weird (especially that ladder staircase thing) but ehh. I spent a ton of time planning Dean's outfit to be a somewhat historically accurate pirate but didn't realize Cas would be covering the neat jacket and sword holster thing I gave him and everything uh
the goal with this was to have Dean not the pirate captain for once in a pirate Dean/mermaid Cas fic (which I like reading but doubt I can write, hence why I dumped it on somebody else via reverse bang I mean what). I wanted Cas to look like he came from deep within the ocean, so his eyes are slitted to take in more light (think of cats) and his skin is more of a grey to better blend in. ofc Cas can't resist checking out the human world and ended up getting caught in a net but luckily Dean was there to pull him out...only to get in trouble for it. this was the original art idea and I really like the way the author adapted it and made Dean more of a reluctant pirate and Cas even more in love with 'humanity'
I do not like drawing bunk beds. or furniture. but it at least looks like a bed so that's okay. but yeah Dean's singing to Cas here and is kinda embarrassed about it, hence why he's looking away, but Cas can't actually tell what he's saying either way so Dean's just being Paranoid. the marks on Cas are scars from the net, a reference to what actually happens to irl sea creatures who get tangled in nets, if they live at all. those lines are supposed to be ribs to indicate that Cas is pretty thin due to a lack of food (probably due to humans overfishing) but they kinda look like he had top surgery. which...ignore that that's unintentional or I would've made them that same pinkish color as his other scars. also ignore the nipple freckle I had to include it okay
water is really weird sorry it looks so weird. but here's Dean and Cas preparing for some boat kisses because they're Them. I really like how the boat and especially the words on the boat (Riverside Blue, a reference to Led Zeppelin's 'Traveling Riverside Blues,' one of Dean's favorite songs added as per the author's suggestion) came out. the boat was supposed to be blue with the characteristic white underside all boats seem to have but then it was just...too blue and what goes better with blue than green 🤡
there was an idea thing going around where the crew on the pirate ship weren't allowed to wear colors, hence why both of Dean's outfits in the other two pics are so drab (the dull backgrounds don't help). so in this final piece where they're off the ship, I wanted to make it as colorful as possible with that orange sky and brightly colored boat and then Dean's colorful outfit with his shirt being somewhere between blue and green. yay contrast
man I didn't mean to ramble so much sorry about that. just put a lot of thought into these even though it might not look like it
the fic this is made for is called "Dead men tell no tails" by @quicksilver-castiel for the spn reverse fantasy bang
(02/17/24)
#my art#supernatural#spn#spn fanart#castiel#dean winchester#destiel#my bang legacy#creature cas#mermaid castiel#fic art#art made for other people#spn reverse fantasy bang
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Ok. So I have seen a lot of theories about a possible Just Dance movie and who could play who. Now, first off after JD2018 there was going to be AN ACTUAL JUST DANCE MOVIE, but it was put into hiatus once they couldn't find a writer, so if they were to bring this project back, here's my fan casting. Also keep in mind I'm assuming the film is animated. Also assuming it just focuses on the main story mode lore.
So first of course, Wanderlust.
I think Pharrell would be a great Wanderlust. He has a very expressionate and passionate voice, and he already has experience voice acting. Plus, I think it would be a really cool circle back to the fact that one of Jessy's first maps was a Pharrell map. Also it'll make more sense when I say who I would fan cast as Sara.
Next, Sara.
Other then the fact that I would let this woman hit me with a truck, Tori Kelly is a very talented voice actress. She has the shy and hates the spotlight but has so much more to her voice down. And her pre established chemistry with Pharrell? OH MY GOD THEY WOULD KILL IT. I'm literally watching Sing 2 while writing this lol but I would DIE to see these two in these roles.
Next let's do Mihaly.
A. Ivory Aquino is an amazing actress B. Also an amazing trans activist. In my head they were the easiest to cast as Mihaly because that's just who I see playing them.
Brezziana next!
You probably know her as the voice of Amethyst from Steven Universe, but I soooo agree with @anja-the-sane-sibling about this one, she would make an amazing Brezziana.
Ok this one... i'm not set on. Anja said the voice of Ash, from Fantastic Mr. Fox, and while I agree 100% the actual actor is... really old. This is another actor (Josha Stradowski) who I think could could ace it, but you guys have any other suggestions that would be great:)
(also he looks like younger mikeal to me:P)
For Nightswan... I have two in mind.
My first choice:
Do I really have to explain??? But there's a reason why I think she may not work which you see later.
So option 2:
This woman. Is majestic. She's got a great voice for Nightswan, either with her English accent or her American accent, both would make for a spellbinding Nightswan (also she has worked with Josha and their interactions together would be AMAZING) also for those who don't know this is Rosamund Pike
Ok for the four captured dancers, first, Liza:
No explanation needed. This is a must anyone else would actually be blasphemy
I Don't Care P1:
It's just the vibe I get you know? i can't explain it it just works please dont judge
Sweet Sensation P2:
OK PLEASE STOP JUDGING I had no idea who would work so I put her here plus it would be kinda fun to have her involved ya know? either her or:
ALSO DON'T ASK i just think it could go either way you know??
Temperature P1: (i'm pretty sure he was player one?? idr)
Anthony Ramos the love of my life also i think it works you know???
Ok, so for The Traveler...
First option:
He gives Traveler vibes to me, which is mostly due to the goatee I think??? Idk but if his ex played the main baddie it would wither be a. really wrong to get them both involved or b. really fucking hilarious for them to play rivals. but if not him then:
and while we're at it let's just have lin write the music too
no jk but after hearing him as the chief in Moana he could be a great Traveler!
Also two option for Si'ha, sorry!!! I will just go ahead and say both would kill it, it's just I can't decide between the two
so either:
issa rae (who could have my babies)
or
lauren velez (my computer wont let me do special characters rn)
oh wait i forgot discoball
ya know what?
he could manage (someone make a perry the platypus meme with nightswan and discoball please
and that wraps it up for main cast!! thoughts?
#just dance 2023#just dance#wanderlust just dance#jack rose jd#sara just dance#just dance brezziana#jd mihaly
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Dastardly Alien Cheesecake
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: N/A
Ship: Gen (Ten & Donna)
Additional Tags: Trust, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Poison, Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting, The Doctor & Donna Noble Friendship
Wordcount: 3761
Summary:
Donna eats something she’s not supposed to.
Notes:
I'm going to state it outright here so that everyone knows what they're walking into: yes, this is a fic about the doctor sticking his fingers down donna's throat to make her throw up. you have now been warned of the contents and can proceed if you so wish.
The honeymoon period of traveling across time and space is followed by the most intense bout of homesickness that Donna has ever felt, which perhaps isn't saying much when she'd never been that far from home in her life before the Doctor.
To stand on an alien planet and realize just how far away she is from her granddad is a massive step up from missing him when he's only a drive away. Her room in the TARDIS is all hers, and it even fills itself with comforts that Donna forgot to bring, — like a blanket on the heavier side and a little squeezy stress ball that always seems to roll out from under her bed when she's upset — but at the same time, it never forgets what it is, an alien ship flown by an alien man. Something about the corners where the walls meet the floor are never right, never quite what a person, a human, would have built.
She doesn’t tell the Doctor about any of this. She doesn't have to. He must see it in her eyes because he starts pointing out little details on their journeys to her. He can somehow find a little piece of home to show her no matter where they are. They wait at a train station that will take them a few hundred miles below the surface of a planet and laugh at the confusing and colorful layout of the map provided, correcting each other back and forth about which station, exactly, they're even waiting at. Another time, he fiddles with a radio (or, what she assumes is a radio) with the sonic screwdriver until it starts to call out mournfully for Major Tom, singing a signal that got sent out into space thousands of years ago all to be picked up by the two of them. Even among aliens, there are commonalities, there are always reality TV shows that play on screens no one is watching (even if the contestants are a little more green... or blue... or translucent than she's used to) and automatic doors that never work right.
Constants in the universe that she'd be lost without, really. The Doctor knows where to look for them.
(Not for the first time, she wonders if that's because of how many humans he's had to curb the homesickness of, or because while she can look up at the stars and know home is still there for her to return to, even if she has no intention of staying, he can't.
Even Timelords must have had reality TV.)
The one constant that can center her like nothing else is food. Everyone in the universe cooks.
“All your memories," the Doctor had started explaining once, and Donna had learned to measure how long he would ramble about something by his tone alone. This voice was the 'at least twenty minutes before he'll take a breath' one. "Are stored away in your hippocampus, rubbing right against where your brain lights up when something hits your tastebuds, so-" Donna had taken those few moments to weigh her willingness to listen to him babble through their entire meal and decided instead to pick up the sandwich he wasn't eating and shove it in his mouth to shut him up. It had worked pretty well.
That’s why, when the Doctor wanders off into the crowd of the party they’re technically crashing and leaves Donna alone, she doesn’t think twice about approaching the buffet table. She’s not having much luck striking up a conversation, so she might as well find something to pass the time. She doesn’t recognize any of the food — hardly surprising when she’s only the third human in the room, as far as she’s seen.
She walks along the table, taking her time and half-wishing the Doctor would come back to keep her company. Maybe he’d gone off and gotten himself kidnapped. She grinned. Now, that would give her something to do and something to gloat about when the doing’s done.
At the end of the table, just as she begins to despair (and contemplate one of the less appealing looking snacks,) there’s a plate of cheesecake. She blinks at it. It doesn’t squirm, or bleed, or make any weird noises when she gingerly scoops a little onto her plate. It’s just cheesecake. Looks like it, smells like it… She picks up a fork and pokes it one more time before breaking off a piece and putting it in her mouth. Tastes like it. It’s deliciously sweet.
She eats the whole piece far too quickly. She only tenses once, a scolding voice creeping up in the back of her head that sounds too much like her mother, but then, she’s a billion miles and thousands of years away. Donna can have as much cheesecake as she damn well pleases.
With a lighter step, Donna takes another piece to wander with. It’s just as good as the first, but she takes the time to savor this one.
”Donna,” the Doctor seems to appear out of nowhere, the only warning of his approach a familiar touch on her back sliding to grip her shoulder for a moment, “oh, you’re going to love this. They’re-“ He stops. She watches the grin on his face suffocate slowly. “What do you have there?” he asks. She’s been in enough life-or-death situations with him that his excited tone dropping so quickly makes her itch with the need to run.
”Cheesecake,” she answers. The Doctor grimaces.
”Right,” he says. “No. You don’t.” Donna looks down at her plate. “Definitely not cheesecake. Very not edible for humans. How long have you been eating that?” Donna feels her appetite drop out of her and pick up a bindle to hitchhike to someone who needs it more.
”I don’t know?” She looks around, which is useless because no one in the future bothers to keep clocks on the wall. They probably just have their alarms microchipped into their brains. The Doctor takes her plate away. He sets it down, and his attention returns to her immediately. His mouth is pinched as he takes her hand in his and starts checking her fingers for… something.
“How much did you have? Stick out your tongue,” he says.
”What?” But his gaze is deadly serious. Donna sticks out her tongue and fumbles her words around it. “One piece. One and a half.” The Doctor stares very closely at her tongue. He lets out a sigh of relief, which she takes as permission to stop looking like a fool and put her tongue back where it belongs.
”You’re alright. You’ll be alright.” She’s not sure which of them he’s reassuring, but if it’s her, he’s not doing a very good job of it. He puts a hand on her shoulder and starts guiding her through the party. “Come on. We’ll take care of this.”
”Take care of what?”
”Just a minor… major… ‘possibly fatal if we don’t handle it’ case of food poisoning. Why are you putting things in your mouth that don’t belong there?”
“You’re always letting me eat alien food!”
“After I’ve made sure it’s safe!”
“Maybe you should have warned me that death by cake was an option-” She cuts herself off as she frowns at the hallway he’s leading her down now that they’ve escaped the party. “The TARDIS is the other way.”
”I know.” She turns her gaze suspiciously onto him. He dropped the argument far too quickly for him not to be playing it up for her sake.
“So… we’re going to whatever nurse they have here to pick up the antidote?” The Doctor makes a face that’s answer enough.
”Not quite.” He herds her along to a door near the end of the hallway. The automatic door clicks twice at them like it’s annoyed at having to do its job, and then it only opens up halfway, leaving them to have to scoot in sideways one after the other. Donna goes first.
Another constant in the universe: everyone has toilets. Even species who don’t need toilets create toilets, though those were less than useful to Donna and she really didn’t feel like marveling at universal similarities when she needed to go. Bathrooms also only came in two types, through which you could tell how much the janitors (another thing that everyone had) were being paid: clean enough to eat off the floor or so disgusting that Donna would seriously consider just waiting until they got back to the TARDIS.
This one was, thankfully, the former. Donna breathed a sigh of relief before remembering why the Doctor had brought her here in the first place. He spoke before she could ask. “There’s no antidote for this. Luckily, it’s also extremely slow to break down.”
Donna can put two and two together.
”You want me to throw up the cake.” It isn’t a question. The Doctor treats it like one.
”Sooner rather than later, yeah.” He rocks back on his heels. Donna peers around. No stalls here, but there are identifiable toilets, which is more than some places can boast of. “I’ll turn around if you want some privacy.”
”I can’t.”
”Sure you can, just-” He unsubtly mimes sticking his finger down his throat. Donna glowers at him.
“And I’m telling you,” she repeats, “that doesn’t work.”
”How do you know that?” Donna doesn’t answer him. The Doctor grits his teeth together and looks to the side. “Okay. I’ll…” He trails off. “I’ll help?”
”Help?” Donna repeats back to him, incredulous. The Doctor turns back to the automatic door, which has taken its sweet time closing and clicks angrily at him when he moves in range again. He whips up the sonic screwdriver in a flash and quiets the door. The sensor above goes dead, locking it.
“Donna, we have to get it out of you,” he says. “Trust me when I say this is the quickest, least unpleasant way we can do this.” She does trust him. That doesn’t mean she has to like it.
”So what?” She glances down to the screwdriver he’s fiddling with, almost nervously. “Are you going to sonic my insides?”
”What? No!” The screwdriver disappears into one of his pockets. “Look, I can just- I can help.”
”How?” she demands.
“I can make it happen,” he replies. “If you can’t do it yourself.”
Donna fixes him with a look. It clicks.
“You are not sticking your fingers down my throat!” She takes a step back and even sweeps a hand in front of her to protect the distance between them.
”Donna-” he starts, stubbornly, but on equal footing like that, she won’t give any more ground than he will.
”Stick your fingers somewhere more useful!”
”Donna.” He tries again, but there’s no argument in it this time. His voice is quiet and serious. His eyes plead with her to let him help. (He’s doing that on purpose, she knows he is, because no one could unintentionally look so despairing. And it’s still working on her.)
”…It’s really going to kill me if we don’t, isn’t it?” she asks. She doesn’t want to look at it. Can’t. Danger is something they’re supposed to be able to run away from.
”Yes,” he confirms. There’s a reassuring lightness to his voice as he continues, stepping forward and waiting to see if she pulls back again. She doesn’t. “Death by cake. Agonizing. Embarrassing. How do I explain that to your mom and granddad?” Donna snorts. It isn’t anywhere close to a laugh. The Doctor is close enough to touch her now, and he does, hands wrapped around her own and squeezing as she takes a deep breath.
”We’ve done weirder, I guess,” she says.
”I definitely have,” he says. “You’ve got a much nicer mouth than most of the ones I’ve gone poking around in.” He squeezes her hands a second time. She looks down at them, at his fingers firmly wrapped around her, his thumb rubbing the back of her right hand.
“You’d better wash them first,” she says. This close, she can see the Doctor’s relief in the minute drop of his shoulders and the way the lines around his eyes relax into something happier. Her hands still feel warm when he lets them go. She tucks them close to her chest almost instinctively, like she can keep a little of his presence with her.
She has to pick out a toilet. The locked door means privacy, but the lack of stalls still sets some part of her on edge. Lavatory instincts. The desire not to be seen when she’s about to be at her lowest. No one invites a friend in to watch them throw up after having too much to drink at a party. The last time she must have had anyone around for that, she’d barely been in double digits. She wasn’t sure exactly who it had been, but she remembered having her hair held back to keep it clean while she was miserably sick.
She got down on the floor next to the toilet. A moment later, the sink the Doctor was using had switched off, and she could hear him pad over.
“Ready?” he asks as he gets down beside her. She takes a breath.
”No?” She turns to him. “What should I…?”
”Try not to bite me.” Donna’s mouth twitches up for a brief moment.
”No promises.”
The Doctor puts his other hand over hers again, but his fingers rest on her chin first. His touch is very light, very still, waiting to see how she reacts. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. They feel chapped. He waits a moment before moving, lifting his fingers to place two of them against her bottom lip this time.
“Should I stick my tongue out again?” she asks. It’s strange to speak with him touching her lip. The pressure of his fingers doesn’t impede her at all, but it is… there. His fingers bump her upper lip at certain sounds. They stay where they were when she’s finished until he answers.
“That would make it easier.” Donna goes to lick her lips again without thinking, but when she bumps a finger, she sucks her tongue right back into her mouth, slightly mortified. And then she snorts another almost-laugh because she has no idea what else she can do with the feeling. The Doctor smiles. He draws his fingers back to let her open her mouth.
She tries to keep her cool. The Doctor’s finger barely brushes her tongue, and… she bites him. And her tongue. Not hard enough to hurt, but they both hiss in surprise. The Doctor retreats, and she can see the pale indent of her own teeth on the top of his index finger.
”Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Again?” She nods. This time, the Doctor lifts his other hand and places two fingers at the edge of her mouth, firm against her lower canine and lip and holding them open. She breathes, trying to relax. She doesn’t do a very good job of it. This time, when she feels his finger touch her tongue, she doesn’t bite down. Couldn’t now if she tried, but she’s proud of herself for keeping that reflex under control.
Having his finger in her mouth is… odd. He delves in with purpose. She can feel the pad of his finger slide back along her tongue as his knuckles rub against her teeth. She can hear herself breathing around it.
He still goes slow, and so it doesn’t feel like an intrusion as much as it does an exploration she’s submitted to. Minute movements of her tongue feel amplified when they rub against his finger. A moment later and his nail bumps up against her soft palate. His eyes narrow and his finger slides deeper until Donna feels the urge to swallow around it.
”Hm.” He frowns. She did warn him. “You don’t have a very strong gag reflex.”
She tries to respond and resorts to making an insulted noise in the back of her throat when she can’t.
“I can still trigger it. Give me a minute.” She makes a questioning noise as his finger withdraws. He keeps her mouth open with his other hand. His thumb rests along her jaw, grounding her. Gently, he inserts his middle finger next to his index the second time he goes probing in her mouth. She grunts in discomfort.
She wonders if she should close her eyes. She would, except that whenever she tenses or makes a sound, his gaze jumps up to meet hers. It’s comforting to know that they’re stuck in this strangeness together.
Breathing around two fingers feels more difficult. They squish against her tongue as they push back to her throat. Sensation becomes less sure the further back they are, until she can mostly feel a pressure that makes her want to pull away. She clenches the bottom of her dress up in her fists to keep still. The Doctor’s knuckles bump her teeth as he probes around in her throat.
It starts as a tingling sensation. Donna frowns. The Doctor pushes somewhere uncomfortable, and she makes an involuntary noise, her eyes welling up. He looks up to her again, and his sure expression is the only thing that keeps her calm.
He withdraws a little. “Breathe,” he says, and Donna does, once, before he orders, “and stop.”
The constant sound of her own breathing freezes at his word. He pushes his fingers back in.
Donna feels an awful choking sensation, her throat convulsing around some obstruction, and then a wave of nausea has her grabbing at the Doctor’s hand. He yanks his fingers out quickly as she bows forward over the toilet and throws up. Her throat burns.
Donna sucks in a breath when it’s over. It hurts. Her mouth feels sour and disgusting. She blinks to see what mess she’s made, but aside from a splatter that she cringes from on the toilet’s side, she got the rest of it where it was supposed to go.
She inhales again. Her eyes are watery.
The Doctor is holding her hair. She only realizes that as she comes back to herself, but he’s got it all in his hand, the other on her shoulder holding her still. He lets go, smoothing her hair down back into place. Donna shuts her eyes to feel it better.
”Tell me it’s over,” she mutters. The Doctor doesn’t say anything. She forces her eyes open, unformed tears blurring her vision. “Doctor. Please.”
”Just one more time. I promise.” Donna makes a face, squeezing her eyes shut. She spits into the toilet, but that does very little to get rid of the sour taste flooding her mouth.
“That better not be the hand that was in my mouth,” she mumbles. The Doctor stops touching her hair, and she regrets calling attention to it. She forces herself to sit up straight again and opens her mouth. She feels disgusting.
The Doctor touches her cheek this time before he secures her mouth open with his fingers. He doesn’t even look grossed out about touching her after she’s thrown up.
He uses two fingers from the start this time. Donna’s jaw aches slightly. The Doctor’s fingers taste marginally better than the inside of her own mouth right now, and that’s some kind of relief. She’s never had cause to think about it before, but he tastes like… Well, he just tastes like some bloke. How fingers are supposed to taste, like skin and the salt of sweat. Not unpleasant, not enjoyable, and not alien at all.
“Hold your breath,” he says. This time, she can brace herself as each sensation comes. The growing pressure of his fingers touching things he shouldn’t. The catch in her throat. The spasms. He pulls his fingers away. This time, when she lurches forward, she can feel the way the Doctor catches her shoulders on the way, helping her get everything into the toilet. He’s got ahold of her hair a second later, keeping it out of her way as her stomach’s contents are dragged out of her.
Tears streak down her cheeks this time. She sniffs, and even the inside of her nose feels like it’s burning this time. She swallows, a mistake that makes her gag again, and then spits up bile from the back of her throat.
“That’s it,” the Doctor is saying. He’s rubbing her back. It’s the only good thing she can feel right now. “It’s over. You’re safe.” She feels his lips press to her temple as she gasps in air, and then his own relieved exhale. “You’re safe.”
Donna groans miserably.
The Doctor only moves a little to flush the toilet for her. She slumps into him, and he wraps an arm around her, resting his head atop hers.
“Never eating alien food again,” she mutters. “From now on, you’re bringing me back to Earth, and we’re ordering take-out.”
“What about that little place on Muscolane?” he asks.
”…One exception for Muscolane.” Leaning against him like this, she can feel his chuckle as well as hear it.
He helps her to her feet. She wipes at her eyes and her nose as he brings her over to the sink. She doesn’t even bother to question it when he picks up a towel to wash her face off with. Donna stands perfectly still for him as he brushes it over her mouth and chin. She balks a little more at him picking a small paper cup from a dispenser and filling it before holding it for her to drink from. There’s something so tremendously earnest about him doing it that she allows it anyway. She sips slowly, fills her mouth and swirls it around, and then spits it into the sink as the Doctor refills the cup again.
She takes it from him this time and drinks it at her own pace. He starts washing his hands, and her gaze darts down to his sleeve and a very conspicuous stain on it. She should feel embarrassed about that, but she’s too worn out for it. Besides, he knew what he was getting into.
Someone rudely bangs on the door the Doctor locked. Or broke. Those words usually mean the same thing with him. The Doctor sneaks a glance at her, and when the pounding comes again, followed by demands to be let in, they both have to choke down giggles.
“Back to the TARDIS?” he asks.
To answer, she takes his hand.
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#fanfiction#1001-5000#teen and up audiences#doctor who#genfic#the doctor & donna#ten & donna#the doctor#tenth doctor#donna noble#h/c#vomiting
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Gangnam Girlfriend: Korea’s #1 Celebrity Dating Show with your Host, International Super Star, Jin! 💕
Welcome to Gangnam Girlfriend! Where Korea’s top eligible singles fight for a chance at love!
You're supposed to be playing the dating game right? Not sneaking off in the middle of the night with the show’s host to watch the stars and talk about all your lost love connections, cuddling under a blanket. And even if the choice is clear, Kim Seokjin can't date you, the reason you joined is because you wanted a public relationship, and Jin could neverrr. Even though he wants to finally settle down! But Hybe wouldn't let him join as a contestant so he took the next best thing instead, our story's beloved host, yet now he's regretting his decision as he watches the girl he is starting to fall for fall for someone else, oh no!
Assistant producers: @daydreamer-writing @yoongii-ah @googiesbun (thank you girlies for helping me try to map this sh!t out ;-;)
***all characters are fictional, not real, made up, fake as fuck, f i c t i o n a l, characters / group names / all made up! don't come for me!!!***
Meet our Castmates!
💙 Leo, Guitarist and Singer
tall and slender, with a rockstar look that makes all his fans swoon
knows how to finger...pick
he's a mysterious quiet type that makes you just want to learn more about him!
But our contestants might have to fight for his attention…
💗 Jenzi from Girl's World
Our youngest contestant! She's adorable uwu
Bubbly and Beautiful
And just bleached her hair!
But does she have a wild streak? You’ll just have to find out!
💙 Siko, Rapper
He is...something else
An underground rapper whose been around the scene and is now trying to make a household name for himself, he has that impressive drive and determination that captures fans’ attention!
He can be pretty blunt, but that's just the hip hop life yo!
He is looking for a girl to elevate him, uplift him, be his Queen and baby girl
Cleans up niceeeee
💗 Sooyoung from Oopsie!
Our elegant beauty
THE Korean Beauty standardTM
The VisualTM member
She's here to prove she's more than just a pretty face!
💙 Alex from Heroes
Leader of his newly debuted group, he is fluent in English and Korean
He's traveled abroad, and knows how to have a good time
BIG HIMBO ENERGY
He is confident in many things, but his Korean is not one of them, oh no!
Will our lady contestants be able to look past the communication issues?
Will they be able to look past his muscles??
Will they want to?!
💗 Shin Bora from T1ME
Soft spoken and shy, awwww!
She’s the group's main dancer, but with those looks she might as well be the visual too!
athletic, with a competitive streak to boot, this girl came to W1N
💙 Suhwan from AXI
Our favorite idol has just come back from military duty and is looking to jump back into the dating game!
Can dance, sing, act, what can't he do?
A seasoned veteran in the entertainment industry, he catches everyone's attention
Calm and collected, the man is on top of his game
He is serious when he says he wants to find love
💗 Yuk Minji from Unpretty Rapstar
She came in third place on her infamous season of Unpretty Rapstar, but here she plans to come up on top!
She knows what she wants and she's gonna get it
She's confident, beautiful, and is willing to fight for love
This hip hop girl has surprises in store for you!
💙 Sangho from Atlaz
His feminine charm makes him stand out from the competition
This idol's long hair, bright eyes and slender face makes girls crush AND envy him
He is reserved at first glance, but is rumored to be a passionate lover, oooooh
💗 Y/N
Shit, are you really the oldest?
And the only foreigner, fuck...
Also, you're single AF
But it's okay, it's OKAY, listen, you're here to make a name for yourself
You're a foreign born actress in the Korean entertainment industry, which you have to admit, causes some type casting...
But that's why you're here! You're going to show the Korean public the real you!
If you can't find love here, you're sure you can convince the audience to love you instead!
Oh god, you really want a boyfriend tho...
💙 Lee, Actor and Model and soon to be idol?
He comes to stir things up!
Wait a minute, you know him!
Lee used to work with you!
But he looks so different now...
He looks so...hot!
Oh my god, why haven't you ever noticed it before?
💙 Kim Namjoon from BTS
Are the rumors true, is Kim Namjoon from BTS going to join our cast?! GASP.
[more cast members to come! 💕]
#bts scenarios#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts ff#seokjin fanfiction#seokjin angst#seokjin fluff#seokjin x reader
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Okay so the online community is basically non-existent (screaming crying throwing up) but if you're interested in non-mainstream dnd type actual-plays I need you to check out Tabletopnotch right now I'm so serious. Their first campaign was in a homebrew world, it's called A Peak Beneath The Veil, they have bite-sized recaps about ten minutes long if you can't make it through full episodes (about three hours), BUT I've been watching their new campaign called Brunkhollow and I'm completely obsessed.
Brunkhollow is a low-magic campaign, where most magics disappeared (wiped off the planet by the gods?) years ago, and only Clerics use magic. They're highly regarded as Bad News, so make sure you don't run across one! In any case, Brunkhollow centres around this group of people arriving in a new town called, you guessed it, Brunkhollow! This town is only about a year old, and is surrounded by something called the Cusp, which is important to remember when travelling there, as Brunkhollow is known as a "blind-spot to the gods", and no magic or Clerics can be found here. It's a godless place, and gives big Deadwood vibes honestly. Everyone here is trying to get by, find work, start a business. It's said that the only reason anyone comes to Brunkhollow is because "they're either running from something or coming to find someone".
Anyways the DM is amazing, the way he truly inhabits each NPC as he plays them, the physicality and descriptions and voices are just stellar, all the player characters are amazing and I love them, I always think I have a favourite and it changes every twenty minutes or so, I'm only on episode four but I've been watching bits and pieces via YouTube shorts and Instagram for months, seriously the props and the maps and the roleplay and the battles, it's all so good, please go check them out!! They're on YouTube, Twitch (they stream on Sundays!), they have a Discord server which is the most active place for fans, and a TikTok which they also stream on and post clips to!
I'll never stop singing their praises okay they're so so good I'm proud of them??? Seriously you won't regret checking them out they're so fantastic I'm obsessed
#Brunkhollow#tabletopnotch#tc welker#morna istigh#kayt mori#illien tyrun#doxley tyrun#yes illien and doxley are SIBLINGS#if i truly had to pick a favourite it would be Illien without a doubt#that boy has ny whole heart#morna is sus af#i mean theyre all SUUPER sus#but especially morna#i adore all of them#seriously im going to continue yelling about them into the void so you should probably just check them out so you arent lost#plsssss
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It's 4 AM, I had to do half of it twice because MS Paint betrayed me and I didn't notice, but I am SO incredibly proud of this.
Quick, my aarakocra cleric struck by wanderlust, often writes in notebooks and does small sketches. He's not an artist, but he likes it. So I figured, the best way to have his short story would be in a diary form.
There's a lot of character lore included, but I'll keep it brief [I want to sleep.]. Quyeekrraouhsh/Quick is very friendly albeit haven't seen his family in a while. Gwynddu, an albino black dragonborn warlock under Tiamat, is his boyfriend. Duke is a hedonistic kobold rogue, Kenku is a wizard/bard who sings by illusions, and Korek is an insane kobold bard. Jalan'lham is a lizardfolk ranger obsessed with fishes and not a part of the team. Skweerk is not a character, I made her up JUST for this.
It's getting bright.
This was an insane thing to do, making everything just so manual, even though you can clearly tell it was just a computer font [Ink Free, with a guest visit by Segoe Script]
And for people who can't view images, the entire transcript:
[Every time [Kenku] appears, it's a drawing of a kenku [crow] head.]
Dear diary
I am in such a good mood! I haven't been writing in a while but -t- there was just no time! We just left this big city, [very big] [Baldur's Gate -> [map of region]] heading northways, but omigosh it's SO COOL. There's SO MANY PEOPLE. I didn't meet any Baldur though… There was one dog named that though! [though though though] Very cute doggo. [Doggy.] [Doggerino.] I got to pet it!
Also I think Gwynddu is happier we left. He seemed so tired lately, ,some peace will do him well. He's been tossing and turning last few days, but he says it's "fine". [Sure.] He always has so much to think about. Can you BELIEVE I saw him in the [Pictures of Bahamut and Tiamat] temple of Bahamut?!‽ He went there few days ago to meditate in silence and, to be fair, it was pretty quiet there, but it's still so surprising! [on hush hush he was like 'me and the priest made a pact of non-aggression' and that's just the cutest thing ever]
Anyway! So! SO! Today, right, I wake up, Gwynddu wakes up, Duke wakes up, Korek and [Kenku] too, we leave the tavern saying good byes, everyone in GREAT mood honestly except Gwynddu but that's normal for the grump <3 [he's so cute i swear] [the owner wanted us to stay because apparently they really liked [Kenku] singing but we gotta keep moving!!]
ANYWAY so we leave, go to the gates [of Baldur Gate [haha]] and there was another aarakocra! Can you imagine that! I haven't seen one in so long! Apparently there's a city in Chult, but it's a bit of a travel there. I already already wrote to check it out later in a different notebook but I [picture of T-Rex] ABSOLUTELY have to go there. Skweerk was really lovely though, it was so nice chatting with her. -> [picture of Skweerk] She was in the city to get some -unusa- unusual materials that usually don't go to Chult! I guess it's harder if you live on an island. I think it's an island. [How big is Chult, anyway.] [I know it has like, [at least] [two cities.]] And a jungle! And those bizarre creatures called dir dinosaurs! -> [towards the T-Rex picture] And temples and tigers and AAAAAA i want to go there so badly! [just on description from Skweerk] [friend]
We do need to first go to Daggerford. It's a bit -aft- before Water-deep, and so it's gonna be a few days at least, but we got a letter saying a friend's gonna be staying there and we DEFINITELY -gonna be- have to be there. Jalan'lham!!! Maybe FINALLY he will teach me fishing! He promised!! i wanna catch a fish he does it so -easy- easily [it's probably not actually that easy!]
So I think the plan is, Daggerford -> Waterdeep -> [maybe?] Chult
so that is probably it for today!
[oh but shhhhh i see [Kenku] and Duke sneaking out. Both are far more nocturnal so I bet they're gonna just stay up until very late again. I don't think they know I know but I heard Duke getting some singing lessons from [Kenku] once when I woke up in the middle of night.]
[But,] yeah! Gwynddu's getting ready to sleep, I should join him soon. [And where's Korek oh he's already out [okay]]
imma go join them then. Until next time!
Quyeekrraouhsh
#dungeons and dragons#d&d#dnd#dnd character#character#oc#bahamut#tiamat#aarakocra#tyrannosaurus rex#lizardfolk#fish#sketch#sketches#diary#story#short story#baldur's gate#chult#qvr_mine#qvr_drawing#qvr_lore#qvr_quyeekrraouhsh#qvr_gwynddu#qvr_duke#qvr_kenku#qvr_korek#qvr_jalan'lham#ms paint was fighting me this entire time btw#if i wrote anything it auto-changed font to Calibri
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Leon Amos picked up their key from the front desk 1 month ago. The twenty-eight year old uses he/him pronouns and is a music producer and musician from Seattle, Washington. According to their apartment application, people have told them they look a lot like Luke Hemmings, and the character they identify with most is nathan campbell from insecure. Santa Moneda gives you a warm welcome, and we hope you enjoy your stay.
hiii i’m tj (28 / she/her / gmt-4) and this is leon and i love him so much so please extend the love lmao
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born and raised in seattle, leon is an only child. his parents went through a pretty nasty divorce when he was seven. his father disappeared from the map and even though he was supposed to pay child support, he hardly ever did. leon’s mother did everything in her power to give her son the best education. anna paid for guitar and piano lessons. she even sent him to berklee because that’s how talented leon has always been in her eyes.
he was in bands in high school, but it wasn’t until college that he learned how to work collaboratively with other musicians and songwriters. his newest band -where he plays rhythm guitar and sings, sometimes piano- has been doing gigs since they all graduated a year ago, but the last mini tour is over and leon really needed a rest. so, he was supposed to take a break. And he did. so he’s now in valpo, working with other artists and on his own music. his godmother rents an apartment facing the ocean in viña del mar. she lives in santiago. and every time leon wants to make some music, she generously lets him stay there for free. it's a safe and familiar space. anna and his godmother are good friends. they spent countless summers here as leon grew up. that's why he feels so comfortable with the chilean culture. he knows it and understands it. he's been staying here for two months.
tw bpd
artists from teddy (band) is indie rock. they have some catchy pop-infused choruses, and a lot of the production is done in nyc. that's where leon's been living for the past eight months. he writes most of the songs, they relate to his struggles to live a normal life. he was diagnosed with bpd (borderline personality disorder) when he was nineteen and has been medicated since he was thirteen. he was diagnosed once more, not just bpd, also bipolar. this was six months ago, between his first tour and the second. he'd been traveling the state and somehow managed to date a stripper for four months. the next tour was bigger. he went to europe, south america and australia. but being diagnosed as bipolar a week before leaving, it really messed him up. lots of partying and bad decisions. thank god he met salem when he did. that's his person right there. they've been living together in brooklyn for six months. and even though she's the best thing to ever happen to him, leon can't expect her to heal him. fix him somehow. he tries not to let it get to him, but the moodswings and the impulsive rage are sometimes too strong for him to handle on his own. that’s why he uses music as a coping mechanism. and even though you can definitely dance to artists from teddy’s music, the lyrics can get pretty dark. this also percolates his solo work. sometimes, the monologue in his head can get rotten, infecting everything in his life. you’ll find him uncharacteristically depressed. it lasts a week tops, though.
headcanons
plays guitar, piano, bass and sings
goes to therapy
such a party animal, it’s another coping mechanism
absurdly obsessed with music
doesn’t want to have children
stoner
chain-smokes watermelon flavored cigarettes (you can't find them outside of chile)
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Another Muppets song on my list to somehow work into MBS: "Movin' Right Along"!! (I know it's a bit late and nobody cares, but I really wanted to do it)
I think this would be a song the kids do some of their Season 2 travel montage to. Not all of it, since there's also plot important stuff that has to happen, but definitely some of it!
Here is the original song, and here is a cover that I also like. (It moves a bit faster)
Some notes: I get that in Season 2 it's kind of tense and serious, what with Mr. Benedict and Number Two kidnapped and the kids running around Europe unsupervised. However. This is a Muppet Movie. People are barely capable of being serious for more than five seconds. Please keep that in mind as this song is very silly.
Constance very begrudgingly says her lines in a slightly sing-song voice, barely differentiable from speaking. In the parts where it lists all of the kids, she is just half-heartedly lip-syncing, or rolling her eyes at the others.
Sticky is trying very hard to keep track of the maps/train schedules this whole time. He is usually the one pointing the direction they should be going/correcting them if they get lost.
Reynie and Kate are the best roadtrip sing-along buddies. Every now and again Reynie will stop singing because he's trying to keep the group on track, but he is also having a lot of fun with Kate.
Kate would be the one driving the car, if that was feasible/what was actually happening. This is a very contextless and unfounded statement but I believe you need it in order to properly visualize their travel dynamic.
Reynie:
Movin' right along in search of more clues and good news
Kate:
With good friends you can't lose
This seems to be a habit!
Sticky, holding up the train passes:
Opportunity knocks once let's reach out and grab it
Reynie:
(yeah!)
Together we'll nab it
Kate:
We'll hitchhike, bus or yellow cab it!
Constance:
(Cab it?)
All:
Movin' right along
Kate & Reynie:
Footloose and fancy-free
Getting there is half the fun, come share it with me
All, with Kate on sound effects:
Moving right along (doog-a-doon doog-a-doon)
Sticky:
We'll learn to share the load
Constance:
Don't we need a map to keep this show on the road?
Kate:
Movin' right along, we've found a life on the highway
Reynie:
And your way is my way
Sticky:
So trust my navigation
Kate:
Mr. B and Number Two, we're coming to find you
We're following the clues
Constance:
It's sad that you still think we're going to get there
Reynie:
Constance!
Constance:
You already roped me into the rhyming scheme once,
I'm not doing it again
All, with Kate on sound effects:
Movin' right along (doog-a-doon doog-a-doon)
Tell me, which train now?
Sticky, grabbing her arm as she walks toward the wrong one:
No, not that one, it's set to visit Moscow
All, with Kate on sound effects, and still thoroughly enjoying it:
Movin' right along (doog-a-doon doog-a-doon)
Kate, to Reynie and Sticky:
You take it, you know best
Constance, in the background as the others confer:
I still believe this is hopeless
Reynie, trying to move past Constance's snark:
Movin' right along we're truly birds of a feather
Kate, slinging an arm around his shoulders:
We're in this together
Sticky, joining in with an upbeat tone:
And we know where we're going
Reynie:
Teamwork got us here, I really think we can do it!
Kate:
There's no reason to quit!
Constance:
Unless you count all of the danger
Kate:
Not helping
Reynie:
Movin' right along,
Hey, what does that sign say?
Sticky:
It says we're near the border, there's a customs delay
Kate:
Moving right along
Reynie:
(Thanks, Sticky)
Footloose and fancy-free
Kate:
I think we're getting close
Sticky:
We've made it to Germany!
Together, celebrating that they've made it so far:
Movin' right along
Movin' right along
Movin' right along
Movin' right along
#Okay I know the first set of verses is a little rocky#But I just really liked the way it flowed and I didn't want to mess it up#A couple of other things are a bit out of place too#But again it's supposed to be the Muppets so I feel like it's alright for it to be goofy#This has been in my drafts for like a week because I spent so long editing the lyrics#I was actually not super sure how customs worked for border crossing in trains. But now I know!#Often they'll check you beforehand if you're getting on actually at the border#But they have people check everything when you cross if you're already on the train and you hit it#At least in some countries#Because of how many are in Europe I was not sure exactly if it would go that way for the France/Germany border#At any rate I get that this is not relevant anymore but I thought it was fun :)#Going to stop rambling like a lunatic#muppets mbs
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HashiMito for the ship ask?
Ty for the ask! Here goes:
who cries when someone dies in a movie?
- Hsrm. He's a big softie and Mito loves it. "Oh no, please. Cry on my shoulder for as long as you'd like my dear, I'm here for you" 😏.
who wears the ugly holiday garb?
- Hsrm, but he always drags Mito into it. She just can't say no to those sad (manipulative) puppy eyes. *cut to Mito wearing one half of an "I've been naughty/nice" matching sweater combo, staring into the camera like she's in the office.*
who pays for the meals?
- They take turns. They're both pretty high up the chain of command in their respective clans so I'd imagine money isn't much of an object to either of them.
Who slams the oven door and who plays the trombone?
- Mito plays the trombone because Hsrm, poor thing, is utterly tone deaf. He can keep tempo though!
Who brings home stray animals?
- who else but mother nature himself. Mito's a clean freak and it drives her up the WALL. She comes home to squirrels with the zoomies destroying her seal paper and... well. Nobody talks about what happened that day.
Who leaves the bathroom door open?
Hsrm, I suppose? Dude has no shame, lol.
Who tells the 'dad jokes'
Dadrama Senjudad. His moniker should've been "dad of shinobi." He came out of the womb, looked Butsuma straight in the eye and said, "hello father, I'm dad." That's how strong his dad energy is.
Who wants kids more?
- Mito, surprisingly. I think Hsrm wants kids a lot, deep down, but if we're talking canon universe I think Hsrm is deathly afraid of being a bad father. And, especially pre-Konoha, doesn't want to potentially lose his child like he lost his brothers.
Who travels more?
-Mito. She's a very good diplomat and gets sent on missions all over.
Who spends more cash?
Mito has an appreciation for the finer things in life, but Hsrm has a literal gambling addiction. So Hsrm i think, lol.
Who buys the things in infomercials?
- Hsrm: *puppy eyes* "what do you MEAN we don't need a tiddy bear?!?" (Look it up y'all, its a real thing and it's hilarious).
Who draws in the dust on their cars?
Let's pretend there are cars in the narutoverse- Mito probably. She doodles seal formulas on every surface within reach, 24/7.
Who starts the snowball fights?
Hashirama, every time.
And he regrets it, every time. *cut to hsrm screaming whilst getting snow shoved down the front of his pants*
Who throws away the directions to things?
"It's about the journey, Mito-chan!" Hsrm rasps through Mito's chokehold, as they aimlessly wander Sand country after he threw out the map to Sunagakure.
Who puts up holiday decor?
- Both of them. Mito sneaks in mistletoes everywhere and Hsrm is #notcomplaining.
Who is more likely to forget to bathe?
- I think hygiene is pretty important to both of them so this is unlikely, but maybe Hsrm as he's often busy being ninja president (i.e. falling asleep at his desk and drooling all over the paperwork).
Who gets more obsessed about things?
- Mito. She's a bit of a perfectionist and hyperfixates a lot, and this bleeds into almost everything she does. It's a seal master thing.
Who sings in the shower more often?
- Hsrm, to everyone's deep misfortune. As mentioned before.... baby's totally tone deaf. He is scaring the birds (and Mito) away with his noise pollution.
Thanks again for the ask! Hope you enjoy. :)
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Ninja Daily: Vapors 13
"Buuuurn!" Anko's long coat flapped around her shins from the explosive force she had just released in training ground 44. She all but cackled, her fingers curled into claws and arms raised above her head in a V shape. "Burn baby, burn!"
A small figure stood on the other side of the clearing, eyes widening at the wall of fire traveling her way at high speed.
"Oh holy hell."
Aiko did her best to ignore the smoke in her face, flashing through the hand-signs for a truly epic water jutsu. The resultant wave splashed over the burning patch of forest in a sizzling tidal force. The other kunoichi leapt straight up, over the cresting water and flipped mid-air with panache before landing silently on top of the moving water in a theatrical pose.
"I had it under control, kid," Anko growled. "That was deliberate."
'Sure it was.'
Aiko shrugged apologetically. "I can't help but find open flames in the middle of Konoha a bit unnerving, Anko-sempai."
"Eh." The curvy brunette ('Does it count as brunette even though it has purple tints?', Aiko wondered) shrugged away the implications of that statement. "So, you're my new minion?" She spat a short wooden stick out from between her lips, letting it slide into the charred ground. "Hope you're ready to do a whole load of shit work." She gifted the chuunin with a feral grin. "Because we got a lot to do. Starting with remodeling this training ground to be suitable for the chuunin exams."
Slowly, deliberately Aiko turned to survey the area. She hadn't trained in the 'Forest of Death' before, but it looked like any other training ground- thick forested areas cut by occasional streams. Then she raised an eyebrow at her supervisor.
The older girl scowled. "It wouldn't be much fun to herd the brats through a plain, boring set up. We're going to wire this place up for surveillance, plant the motherload of traps, and spruce up the wildlife."
"Is it for a survival exercise, then?" That made sense. As it was now, traveling through the forest would be little challenge even for a group of genin. It was likely that when she designed the second task, Anko had the twin concerns of wanting to intimidate foreign ninja (making a lasting impression that would keep them from underestimating Konoha) and wanting to ensure the general safety of the participants. It would be a waste to kill off more promising ninja than they had to. As this exam was going to be flooded with clan heirs and other genin of interest, the council was probably more invested in keeping them alive than in other years.
Her own chuunin exam had been in Sand, where they apparently weren't as big on teamwork as Konoha was. She had been allowed to compete alone, which had been both a curse and a blessing.
That would never happen in Konoha, though. In only a few hours they blazed trails through the forest, creating clearings and minimizing water supplies according to a map Anko had dreamed up. By changing the layout, even ninja who had trained in the area would be at a loss.
Plus it was a marvelous opportunity to destroy a whole lot of the environment. Aiko couldn't help but wince when hundred-year old trees were crisped and her new supervisor enthusiastically used earth jutsu to creatively add hills, holes and artfully shaped outcroppings. Her job was mainly the water system- they were redirecting entire streams into just two water pathways in order to create conflict by forcing teams together.
The whole thing was exhausting, and Aiko was about ready to collapse when they had finally altered the landscape to Anko's specifications. A nap was not in the cards, however.
"Get your lazy ass up, minion. How are you with summoning scrolls?"
Aiko blinked. "Using them?"
The older kunoichi gave her a disparaging look that was enhanced by the severely singed state of her clothes. "Don't be thick. I hope your calligraphy is good, because you are going to be making up scrolls and copying a lot of fancy poetry." She grimaced and scraped her tongue out over her teeth as if to get rid of a bad taste. "Better you than me. Just remember, failure on your part will end in the maiming of your fellow shinobi. No pressure."
For some reason it hadn't occurred to her that her home village was shamefully cheap. Instead of just paying a real seal maker to produce the dual scrolls to summon chuunin at the end of the task, it had been included as one of many items that had to be done by the two of them before the exams. That meant that she was essentially learning an entirely new skill set for B-class compensation that also included a host of other duties, a prospect that she was a little bitter about.
In a strangely domestic turn of events, they went together to pick up the supplies for her next task. Aiko was not surprised in the least to see that shopkeepers bowed anxiously and hurried to get her adult companion out of their stores.
She quite liked Anko and had for all the time she had known her. That didn't change the fact that it was easy to see Anko had a huge personality and verbally abusive tendencies when she got impatient.
Since her brother was probably going to be in the exam, for confidentiality reasons Aiko could only work on that project at Anko's home, a traditional styled house with a completely dead garden out front. The black vines and crunchy leaves had hinted at the state of the place, but it was only clear once she stepped inside that said dwelling place was a terrifying pit. She knew intellectually that many powerful shinobi had coping mechanisms. Apparently, one of Anko's was hoarding. The front room had artfully stacked piles of boxes of chocolate up to her waist, what appeared to be every dvd available in the fire nation and an entire wall of bookshelves full of everything from Jiraiya's porn series to ghost stories to a glittery red tome with the somewhat ominous title 'The Art of the Bitch'.
The twelve (almost thirteen!) year old carefully stepped into the room around piles of mission reports and identical pairs of sandals ("I can only ever find the left ones," Anko had explained contemplatively when she noticed Aiko's incredulous expression), clutching her supplies carefully. She had taken the academy classes on introductory level seal work, but they had never actually made seals. Knowing the symbols and having a keen eye for detail would probably get her through this exercise, however. She hoped.
At Anko's direction, she gingerly piled the fancy scrolls onto the central table next to what appeared to be a naked painting of Anko generously splattered in blood, signed 'from a fan'. The older kunoichi grinned at the sight, helping Aiko set out the bottles of special ink without breaking or spilling anything.
"Open those up and bleed in them," she commanded, as casually imperious as any queen could hope to speak. The redhead dutifully followed directions while Anko flickered out of the room to rustle around. She winced when something shattered. The voice that called back sounded a little distant. "I have plenty of brushes around here somewhere… Did I give you the scroll you'll be copying already?"
Aiko rolled her eyes and pulled a short bandage out from her thigh pouch to wrap around her bleeding palm, swiping up the droplets she'd accidentally gotten on the table's surface before they dried. "Not yet." With a chink, the now-closed bottles were shoved into a wide wooden box in order to keep them all in one place.
"Here." A scroll landed on the couch beside Aiko, on top of a purple decorative pillow. Her companion's aesthetic tastes seemed to run to purple, red, and tan, though the walls were traditional rice paper. "And this is the sissy fucking poem you'll be writing out. Let me check your work once you've copied one of each. I'm going to do a food run. Have any requests?"
Working on the preparations for the Chuunin exams was long, boring, and occasionally ended in hand cramps or mild electrical shocks from those sketchy surveillance units they planted in the forest at strategic locations. It also had the unpleasant side effect of completely disrupting her usual schedule- she hadn't had so much as a spar with Ino or morning conditioning with Team 7 since she had gotten reassigned.
More than once, Aiko found herself wondering how her genin were doing—and wasn't that a funny way for her to think of a group of kids her age? Still, she couldn't help but feel protective. If her foreknowledge was worth half a damn, shit was going to get serious soon.
The thought made her glum. Through sheer luck (and the fact that someone had tattled on her for having a decent working relationship with the occasionally terrifying Mitarashi Anko) she had gotten the one assignment that would place her sort-of close to team 7 when they encountered Orochimaru, but there was likely jack shit that she could do. There would be serious diplomatic repercussions if there was any hint of favoritism on her part—her career would pretty much be over. No one would trust her on a mission above C-class importance.
Besides all that, there was approximately zero chance that she could help fight off a sannin anyways. The one thing she kept wondering:
'Are they really in danger anyways?'
As far as she knew, Orochimaru wouldn't kill any of them. That was largely out of selfishness. He wanted Sasuke alive, and that meant someone had to watch out for him while he was assimilating the curse seal. There was absolutely zero chance that any of them would have escaped if he really wanted them dead.
She could only conclude that if things went predictably, her otouto and her team would not be in life-threatening danger. That was a pretty big 'if' to work with, however.
The issue was further complicated by the fact that she was starting to like Sasuke. It was hard to cold-bloodedly choose not to interfere in an attack on his person that would irrevocably change his personality, body, and put him in danger when she actually knew the kid. He was actually sweet underneath all the prickles—he would have done well in his family's police force. Sasuke seemed to want to protect people. The obsession with power wasn't really present yet.
Sakura, on the other hand, Aiko wouldn't have minded throwing to the wolves. Whatever potential the girl had was still invisible at this point, obscured behind her obnoxious personality, simpering mannerisms, and hair-trigger temper.
Feeling snippy, Aiko closed the tub of wax she had been rubbing into her boots and moodily tossed it aside. She was thoroughly sick of being responsible, but she dutifully trudged off to the kitchen and pulled out rubber gloves, a white sanitary face mask and the herbs and agents she used for her paralytic. She started the non-toxic base in the pot reserved for this task before slipping on the mask and hanging the "Mixing chemicals, do not disturb" sign on her front door. Naruto would probably still be at training for several hours and she didn't often get other visitors, but it was better to be safe than be stuck paying someone's hospital bills.
While she worked, Aiko turned on the radio (a new and expensive acquisition she never would have been able to purchase on a genin salary). Then she turned it off. "I fucking hate the koto," she muttered bitterly, stirring a little more vigorously than was necessarily wise. The process was intimately familiar and incredibly boring. Measure, pour. Stir, simmer, adjust heat. Prepare ingredient and measure, stir, turn up heat until roiling boil.
The last of the concoction was being carefully funneled into glass vials when enthusiastic thudding on the staircase alerted her that her otouto was barreling up. Aiko rolled her eyes, wondering if it was even worth it to scold him when the door burst open. The dangerous chemicals were put away, yes, but she had literally just finished and hadn't taken down the sign yet. For all he could have known, he was walking into thick clouds of lethal poison.
"Don't you read?"
Aiko slipped the first two vials into her equipment pouch and tucked the others safely away in the cupboard before her otouto wandered into the kitchen looking cheerfully disheveled.
"Whatcha mean, oneesan?" She heard the sound of porcelain and turned to smack his hand just as it escaped from the jar, cookie in hand. He flopped down into his chair, stretching back with both hands over his head so that the front legs came off the ground.
She sighed, rinsing her pot and setting it in the sink. "I had a note on the door that you shouldn't come in. Naruto, you need to pay attention. I was working with dangerous chemicals." She pulled the door open and ripped off her note before locking back up, setting down a quick genjutsu and kunai trap while she was at it. It was a little early to set up the nightly traps, but she might as well since they were both home early. It wasn't quite eight pm.
Frankly, she was tired of her current assignment and just wanted to get the stupid exam over with. It was now nine days until it started, which meant that the final preparations were being done in the next couple of days before foreigners started to arrive. She completely anticipated getting bit at least once by the rest of the exotic animals they were herding around in the forest.
"Why does it matter? I'm fine, aren't I?" Despite the pout she heard in his voice, Aiko wasn't willing to let it go. She rather frivolously used shunshin to position herself behind him and gave him a nougie, refusing to let go even when he shrieked and wiggled. "Hey, cut it out!"
"Then don't be such a butt!" A downright shocking amount of dirt and assorted filth fell out of his hair and gently drifted to the ground. She grimaced. "Oh, that's gross. Go wash yourself, stinky."
"Am not!"
"How would you know?" She slipped her hands to the back of his chair and pushed forward so that all four feet were on the ground. "I bet you can't even smell yourself over the sound of how loud you are."
"…wait, what?"
"You heard me."
"Who are you?"
Aiko narrowed her eyes at her idiot of a teacher. "Oh sorry, I forgot about your late-stage Alzheimers. I take it the treatment isn't going well."
"I suppose I wouldn't know." Kakashi calmly scanned his book.
Aiko, Sasuke and Sakura rolled their eyes in unison, getting to their feet/ jumping down from his tree. The wait for their sensei had been especially long today, which was more than a little annoying. Naruto had already lost interest in the conversation and was fidgeting, ready to get to work. It was the day before the exam—the culmination of what both groups had been working towards. Anko had laughed at Aiko when she showed up at her house that morning ("Idiot, take the day off").
"Well?" Sakura demanded, looking at her teacher. "How are you going to torment us today?"
Mildly surprised, Aiko gave the girl a once-over. Kakashi must have been especially mean in the month she'd been too busy to come to team practices in order to put her in the kind of mood where she'd abandon her thin veneer of politeness without provocation.
"Yeah, old man." Naruto bounded over, practically vibrating with excess energy. "A race or a free-for-all or maybe we can do that jutsu competition again! I'll kick the bastard's ass this time, 'ttbayo!"
If she hadn't been looking, she might have missed the twitch Sasuke suppressed.
"Mah," the man sighed, still not looking at any of them. "Actually, I just wanted to tell you we have no practice today."
The field was completely silent.
As if he was alone, Kakashi quietly mused, "Why does everyone call me old?"
"You made us wait four hours to tell us that there was no practice today," Sakura said, tone somewhere between incredulous and calm rage, ignoring his rumination.
Naruto's eye twitched rapidly and his cheeks started to fill with color. Sasuke and Aiko merely exchanged tired glances- why were those two so surprised? The enormous overreactions had ceased to be cute a long time ago.
"Mmhm. I just wanted to be sure you three had a nice, relaxing day before your test tomorrow." He casually raised a hand. "Bye." In a poof of foul-smelling smoke (and he could totally control that, he didn't have to make it so unpleasant) the figure that she now knew had been a clone dispersed. He was probably giggling miles away.
'Maybe that's what the giggles usually mean,' she thought crabbily. 'When he laughs it's because he's tormenting someone from a distance. It would explain a lot.'
Then Aiko sighed. 'If he isn't going to be an adult and make sure they're ready for the test, I'll do it.'
The three genin turned with varying levels of excitement when she clapped her hands decisively. "Alright then. We're going to hang out at my apartment."
Sakura's eyes flickered to Sasuke and she started to open her mouth—doubtlessly to make excuses and ask Sasuke to hang out alone. She stopped when Aiko turned a glare on her, then scanned the other two just as sternly. "We are having fun time," she said calmly. "Fun time is mandatory. I want the two of you to pack everything you think you will need for your tests tomorrow and meet in front of the red apartment complex on Tobirama and sixth in fifteen minutes, twenty for Sakura since she lives further away. If you aren't there, I will come and get you. Go now."
All three genin dashed away. Alone in the field, Aiko gave a yawn and slowly sauntered home. 'Why do they seem to think I have authority over them?' Her field authority ended when they weren't interacting in an official capacity.
Even Sakura made it within the allotted fifteen minutes, toting a heavy bag and a short stack of hair ties on her thing wrist. Aiko gave that concession a nod of approval—it was unusually practical for her, but still appreciated. The boys had packed lighter. They settled into the living room for Aiko to check it over. While Sakura pretended not to look at the pictures on the walls (all either photographs of the two of them, Kakashi or Ino or sketches) Sasuke slinked in looking spectacularly uncomfortable in the domestic setting.
"Naruto, make tea please." Aiko unzipped the first pack, checking the contents by feel.
"Uh, yeah." He picked his way to the kitchen and uncertainly rustled through the tins of tea. "Any preferences?"
Sasuke remained silent, so Naruto shrugged and made Sakura's pick. With her legs curled under the table and her back to the couch, Aiko bit her lower lip in thought. "Sasuke, did you intentionally leave out smoke pellets?"
"I've never used them,' he pointed out. Aiko tilted her head in thought, counting his soldier pills.
"Yes, but it's always good to be able to make a quick escape if a fight isn't worth your time and you're on a schedule."
He slowly cocked his head. "Is that a hint," he asked dryly, the slightest tinge of humor in his voice.
Aiko felt her face flushing. 'Oh, crap. I guess it was a little bit of a giveaway.'
"Definitely not," she said a little too weakly to be convincing, leaning her head forward to hide behind a curtain of hair. The follow-up huff of amusement let her know that he didn't buy it, but he dropped the topic. He wasn't very chatty anyways.
Sakura and Naruto fell into their usual bumbling comedy act, shouting, whining, and shaking fists (Sakura, Naruto and then Sakura again, respectively) while the tea steeped and Aiko supplemented Naruto's pack with some really nasty explosive tags. Then she thought better of that and handed them to Sasuke.
"Here you go." Naruto clanked down four cups of tea and collapsed to the floor criss-cross applesauce. Sakura leaned forward for a cup and gingerly settled onto a corner of the couch, looking uncertain and shy.
With a sigh, Aiko closed the last pack and set them by the door. "You're all good to go for tomorrow. I just wanted to be sure. Alright." She beamed at the three genin in her front room. "We're going to spend the night together so no one is late. Can't hurt to do some last-minute bonding, right? Anyone hungry?"
Naruto semi-frantically cleaned up the restroom while Sakura went on a run for fresh vegetables clutching a wad of Aiko's money. She set a sullen-faced brunette to work cutting and seasoning meat while she hummed, clearing the table of all seal ink and other assorted mess.
"Sasuke… you're going to make a great housewife for some guy."
The brunette made a violent jab for Naruto with his chopsticks, missing only because the blonde leaned back to pat his belly in a satisfied manner.
"Take it as a compliment," Sakura advised. "This is amazing!" The pink-haired girl practically had stars in her eyes.
'She would have thought it was amazing no matter what,' Aiko thought dryly. 'It was made by her precious Sasuke-kun. Can't help but notice that I'm getting no credit.'
There was some truth to Sakura's claim, however. "If only I had known you could cook like this earlier…" Aiko gave a long, luxurious stretch. The brunette turned his face away abruptly, but both girls could see the flush on his neck. They exchanged a rare, smug smile. "Hey Naruto, take care of the dishes."
"Why me?" he protested crossly, swinging back up.
The three kids who had worked on dinner simultaneously raised one eyebrow- the left for Sasuke and Sakura, the right on Aiko.
He scoffed. "Ugh, fine." With a clatter he gathered up the dirty plates and trudged off to the kitchen.
The room was momentarily awkward. Aiko felt like rolling her eyes- none of them knew how to interact outside of training and missions. 'How did Sakura get stuck with an entire team of socially awkward weirdoes?' Unfortunately, that category included herself, so she didn't really know how to break up the tension.
The girl might have been wondering the same thing.
"Ah, Aiko-san, thank you for helping us get ready." She inclined her head politely, and when the light caught green eyes on the way back up and glittered Aiko suddenly saw just what her otouto found so appealing about this girl.
"You're welcome, Sakura-chan. I'm really hoping all goes well for you three tomorrow." Her tone was a little wistful when she added, "I'm really hoping to get some good missions again. This last month has kind of been a bummer."
Sasuke snorted indelicately. "Couldn't possibly have been much worse than what Kakashi put us through." If anyone else had said that, Sakura would probably have protested. As it was, she merely looked a little uncomfortable.
"Sasuke-kun is right!" she declared. "I think he gets way too much fun out of tormenting us."
"You wanna bet?" Aiko asked jokingly. "I bet I have worse Sensei stories than you do."
Even Sakura looked skeptical. Aiko waved a hand sincerely. "No, really, it's true. You guys are benefitting from him having two years experience training a subordinate. When he first became my teacher… It was bad. Has he had you break into other ninja's houses yet?"
Big green eyes went even wider. "Isn't that illegal," Sakura asked, sounding scandalized.
Aiko curled and uncurled her toes inside her nice, warm boots, cursing the chilly morning air that raised goosebumps along her uncovered arms. She was the only one stationed in the central tower. Anko was likely running last minute preparations before she went to collect the ducklings from Ibiki.
Static hissed in her headset and she grimaced, pulling it slightly away from her ear. Not so much that she couldn't hear if someone else got on the frequency, however. She was one of only a few on that channel for the day, along with Anko and a squad that would be circling the training ground to make sure nothing got out of hand. Hours passed. Her headset clicked on and Anko's voice filtered through, sounding tinny.
"Midgets are on the move."
A male voice crackled on. "Mitarashi-san, you are supposed to say 'over' when you are finished transmitting. Over."
"Suck some big hairy balls, over."
Aiko snorted, and then gave a quick look around to make sure no one had heard. She was still alone. The sun had crawled along the skyline and at least an hour had passed before she heard signs of human life in person (the occasional reports on her headset didn't count. It was a mostly boring, methodical 'check in-check out' deal). Curious at who had made it to the tower so early, Aiko swung her legs over the railing of the curved staircase that lead all the way up to the top of the tower and allowed herself to go into a free falls head first, appreciating the feeling of air whipping over her face. She flipped midair to kick off of the wall and jump under the partial ceiling into the entry way.
Two of the three kids standing there looked at her curiously. Aiko grinned, leaning forward cheekily. "Hey, Kunoichi-san, shinobi-san! I remember you from Suna, two years ago. Whose your cute friend?"
The blonde who could only be Temari turned a thoroughly unbecoming shade of red.
'This is probably a really stupid idea,' she thought happily. 'Teasing Gaara is a downright awful idea.' It was awful… and she loved it.
Her fellow redhead turned to look at her for the first time (and he was REALLY a redhead, not like Kankuro's reddish brown). Well. It was more of a 'glare' than a 'look', she decided, popping her gum. Semantics.
"You're the first team in. I take it this was no trouble, then?"
"Mitarashi-san, we have trouble. Over."
Aiko stiffened, missing whatever Kankuro was saying. "Just a minute," she said distractedly, holding one hand to her ear to better position the headset. Temari gave her a rude look, turning away to confer with Kankuro about the scrolls. She heard the summoning go off, but didn't feel the urge to check her work.
"What is it, shitstain?"
"Bodies by the fifth gate, but they're like nothing I've ever seen. Their faces are just gone, like they melted off. I don't know who could do something like this. Over."
There was a long moment of silence on the headset and distracting chatter from whatever idiot chuunin had come to tell the sand kids they had passed. She crossed the room, listening intently, all but holding her breath.
"I do," Anko said, sounding more serious than Aiko had ever heard. She shivered. 'It's starting.' Aiko had been waiting anxiously, half-expecting that nothing would happen and the exam would go fine. "I want a full ANBU team. I'm heading in. That's Orochimaru's work, I bet anything. That fucker is in the forest."
Aiko clicked on her headset. "Permission to rendezvous, Mitarashi-san? Over."
"Fuck no," came the irritated reply. There was a short pause. Aiko found with mild surprise that her fingers were actually shaking where they were pressed against her fingers. "Actually, you can help. Soak the whole fucking forest and direct me to the biggest, baddest chakra signature in it."
"Understood, over."
She decisively turned her attention from the headset, surveying the room again. Kankuro was giving her a wary look as he trudged up the stairs behind his siblings. "Kunoichi-san!" Temari turned, a sneer on her face. "You and your team should be careful. We have an S-class criminal in the forest killing genin for some kami-forsaken reason." As the girl blanched, Aiko leapt ahead of the group, taking the stairs at a sprint, planning on going to the very top level. "Could I get your help for a moment?"
"You need my help in the shower room," Temari said flatly, looking almost literally deflated. It apparently wasn't the action she'd hoped for. Aiko ignored the attitude, leaping to the window and drawing her fist back to punch once, twice, and it shattered on the third blow, exploding mostly out into the forest. "Hey, what the hell-"
"Turn on all the faucets. Now." Aiko kicked the last bit of glass out from the edges and grabbed the sides, ignoring how it cut into her hands. "I'm going to siphon it outside. Leave it on and try to prevent flooding in the tower until I ask you to turn it off, okay?"
The other girl reluctantly followed directions, letting the water build up. Aiko flipped out onto the roof, landing on the roof like some kind of gargoyle. She took a long breath, and held, finding her center and preparing for a sustained technique. Then she reached for all the water below her, ripping it from the showers, drains, and speeding it out of the pipes. Something broke, but she calmly ignored Temari's shriek and subsequent cursing. She whipped her arms out to the sides, sweat forming as she accumulated a massive glob of liquid in front of her and infused it with her chakra.
Then she made it rain, all the way out to the gates and stretching into Konoha proper for good measure. Chakra signatures ping-ping-pinged on her radar- familiar and unfamiliar, ANBU, Anko, a veritable fuck ton of weak little genin, her brother… and.
"Holy shit."
Aiko clicked on her headset. "Anko, thirty degrees west of your position, about a mile out." Her voice cracked. "He's with my brother's team."
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We reach a familiar location this time, Omashu! And in this level, we get a closer look at their society, how they've been affected by the war, and more!
This is not meant to be a critical review or a detailed walkthrough. All I will do is point out little details I notice or like. I'm doing this for fun, not for accuracy.
Omashu:
I like how Aang was able to figure out the riddle from the last level, as absurd as it is, the game's working off how he's good at riddles and mystic metaphors from old men... or you could take it as Aang making up a reason to see Bumi again.
Haru says in the prelude that he can't wait to go to Omashu again? Very odd continuity, knowing he never once visited it in show. Either the game writers forgot or deliberately lied, to build a stronger connection between him and the city??
Once again, this game is only working off information from the first season of avatar, so in the game Omashu is the biggest city and the heart of the Earth Kingdom. On the map, Omashu is located the same area Ba Sing Se is. This is really interesting to build off of regardless. For instance, perhaps Omashu is debated to be the heart of the Earth kingdom, since earth bending originated from it.
Omashu is designed like a massive bazaar maze. The city is a huge trade export, with several different markets around the map.
The items Momo finds this time are pumpkins that are all in the market, so is he stealing…?
The merchants seem more greedy and bitter compared to previous merchants, but they're hardly getting any business these days due to the war.
The war is taking a toll on the citizens. They talk about how long the days are and that no one has been trading with Omashu lately. Their friends from other local villages say it's too dangerous to travel anymore.
The citizens are also growing more secretive and wary of the government, similar to Ba Sing Se. They can't trust the guards with certain requests. We recovered a village's artifacts for a traveler that was too afraid to ask permission from the Royal Library.
People are worried about Omashu's weakened defenses because they sent too many men out to training. Once young benders are old enough, they are sent out of the city to train at places like the forest camp from the last level.
Cool world-building fact, it's considered dangerous to train earth bending in the city because it's too crowded. Even outside of training, maybe bending is strictly forbidden in certain areas unless you're permitted by the government.
Earth benders also train at camps because of spiritual connection to nature. They need to go to places that preserve their attachment to nature to better attune their senses.
Cool new tidbit about earth bending! So an important aspect is the replication of earth, replacing the earth that the bender moves. An unskilled bender won't be able to perfectly replicate the earth's appearance they bend, so you can tell by little marks.
Another common complaint about Omashu is the king allowing ruffians inside the walls and you'll fight these bandits in certain parts of the city. It's the intended effect from the Consul by removing guards, but some of these complaints seem targeted at the refugees? Interesting to consider.
The other enemy is stray cats. Straight up stray cats. You have to hear Sokka say "you're going down" as he clubs stray cats, like I know it isn't appropriate but it's just so wild and funny out of context. Starving stray cats may I add? They look like they're playing with you too, since they hardly do any damage. You also fight them in the wild?? Their homes??? Didn't know Omashu is Australia...
The funniest thing in Omashu is a guard you run by saying maybe he should stop talking out loud to himself.
This level has the most impressive design so far in the game. In fact, I think because of the mix-up of Omashu being the capital instead of Ba Sing Se, the designers made Omashu seem as huge as possible within what limits they had. There are a lot of vantage points to look down and see the mountainous city. As you run up to the royal library, you get to see the sprawling scenery of Omashu and how expansive it is.
(Seriously, just look.)
There's also neat little details like how the roads are lit by crystals or a mail cart zipping by on a slide. The city also has a system of lifts when the ground is too steep. You can stand on a platform that an earth bender will shoot up and down, like a elevator.
I would assume a lot of the atmospheric sounds in Omashu are mail carts shooting by and echos from it's mountainous architecture.
The downside to having such a large map is that the travel sucksss. It would be so much easier if you could use the carts to travel but oh well...＼(;´□｀)/
Using mail carts is normal for kids of Omashu to do. It's sweet that the regular civilians recommend it, wanting the kids to have fun, while most of the guards are a bunch of fusspots.
Omashu must be in high demand of earth benders to regulate the mail and join the guards. Though non-benders probably have a wider range of career choices.
There's a scene where the gang ride a mail cart after Momo jumps on one and we end up crashing into the Cabbage Man again. Afterwards, the guard for the lift says King Bumi want to see us immediately, probably because we just crashed the cart and he realized Aang must be in town.
Bumi always seem to know immediately what's going on in the kingdom at all times, even with some of the most insignificant things, proving he's the most involved ruler in the show yet.
Although there's many other reasons for Bumi to dislike the Consul by his side, I think Bumi genuinely dislike all the regulations and rules he enforces. Bumi's a very active ruler and perhaps he finds bureaucracy in the way.
There's a huge statue of Bumi in front of his palace, and it's one of those times I feel the game is really off with its characterization. I think Bumi would be more willing to make a statue of his pets over himself (and that's ignoring how the show portrays making large statures of yourself is associated with the imperialists).
Bumi lets Aang use his expensive jewellery and put things on his tab, the dream of having a century old king as you best friend.
I like how some guards are stern and the others friendly enough to talk to children. The show didn't really expand of the EK military's personality besides being stern and jaded, so it's nice seeing them portrayed in a more positive manner for once. There's a much larger range of their personalities, but the ones in the city are generally caring and involved in helping the citizens, if a bit stiff about it.
We get a Momo spy mission to sneak into library's vents :D
The cutscene in the library is interesting. Aang is able to recognize and read marital arts training manuals easily. Being classical trained by monks must have made scrolls easier to decipher (or that they were all made during his time). Katara makes a dig at Sokka for bragging he could understand them, cause he's not a master bender, which is revisited later in the game.
The FN attack the city and Haru insists on holding them back while the gang head back to the palace. This is why we can't have Haru on the team. He would be doing noble sacrifices all the time, he couldn't last more than an episode.
We play as Haru as he helps the guards fight off the FN. It's nice seeing Haru accepted as a bender among the Omashu Guards.
I do like how Bumi was prepared for the attack. He sent the gang on a pointless quest to pick up something from the market right as the FN attacks, so the gang ends in helping at the front lines. After they gang make it to the palace, they wait on Bumi to come in, who was already dealing with the invasion outside.
In the main plot, King Bumi has a Consul running things in the background, which caused for many of the problems in the city. He's weakened defenses by changing the guards, and under his command, the guards are becoming more authoritarian and xenophobic. You can see a difference between the guards under him and the ones loyal to Bumi. The Consul's guards are disliked for being lazy and domineering, while Bumi's are hardworking and kind to citizens and children. It's interesting seeing the divide of opinions on the guards, the King and the Consul from the people.
Aang looked somber when the Consul said "there's bigger things than the Fire Nation and your precious little Avatar". Something about how Aang is constantly put on a pedestal for being the avatar and then knocking him off.
I like how the Haru is just able to bend the secret exit slightly open, compared to the Consul shutting it easily before.
Zuko also comes in running last second just to slam on the door, making me laugh.
If there's anything cool the Consul did, was give a big f-u smirk to Zuko before passing out.
[DS]
I like Bumi's sprite in this version, he just looks slightly off.
In this version and the PSP, Bumi seems more aware of what the Consul's been doing, so it's better to read his actions that he's always in the know. Keeps friends close, enemies closer, so forth.
I do like how considerate Aang is about not breaking EK traditions for his friend's sake. Good thing Bumi could care less.
Some citizens do like the Consul's strictness with rules unlike the King's lack of transparency, but they credit things the King does to the Consul. Some guards defend the King, that he is actually a very busy man and people slander him to draw out the war. It's also questionable how strict the Consul actually is, considering all the guards under him laze around all day.
Pretty sad seeing the growing fears of the machines. The citizens associate it with the FN, which isn't wrong seeing how the FN continues to make advancements in their war weapons, that eventually topple down the EK later in the show.
Hey a cat! And this time, we don't have to beat it up! :D
Funny how all the boys shrug when talking to others except Katara. The only one with social skills in the group.
Haru's sprite looks angry when he's bending and talking all the time, so if that's something else the games got right is Haru's bitter rage he hides.
We get a nice side quest where Haru gets training from a guard and is approved as a gifted bender. Its nice to see Haru get all this positive reinforcement, after learning earth bending in secret.
Apparently there is another bender missing from the city, but I don't think that's in the other versions.
We have to climb through the vents to get out of the library, so the gang end up in soot like this. The sprites cough and Aang blows the soot off, it's cute (also where's Toph when you need her....)
So unlike the PS2 version, we don't play as Haru when the group splits off after the attack. It could have been interesting, but nothing is really done with it and it comes off as inconsistent since this level has been about Haru's improvement as a bender.
However, the DS makes up for it as we fight the chancellor in a duel as Haru. Haru is so much more heated this time, as he feels insulted that the Consul disrespected everything Haru believes in. He insists on his pride as a member of the EK.
The Consul has similar moves to Haru but on a much larger scale, showing how advanced he is.
[PSP]
You can only play as Aang and Haru at the start of the level which shows how narratively significant this level is to their arc.
This version confirms Omashu is taking in refugees, the population grows by the day. They are also losing supplies and unable to leave the city.
The people are worried when summer comes and the FN will become stronger, so it's canon that the seasons influence bending. It's something explored in other atla canon, but it's nice seeing it confirmed so early.
It's funny how Sokka and Katara switch roles about who wants food and who wants to shop. Truly siblings in how they sync up their common interests at the worst times.
There's a similar quest to recover an artifact, except this time it's from a merchant who stole it and is trying to up-sell it in the market. We get it back (by scamming him) but I wonder if it's common for looted art to circulate in Omashu. There's poachers and black markets, let alone a controlling government that hold borrowed artifacts in their library.
A man proclaims the EK are the only ones doing anything about the FN, and yeah... the other two are barely alive? Interesting to note there may be growing discrimination in the EK towards other nations as they focus on their national pride against the FN.
I love how Bumi looks in this version, like a intimidating, sullen, old man. He was like this in his first appearance too. Maybe he's acts his age more when he's not around Aang...
Also cute how Aang runs up to Bumi with a little bounce, while Haru is taken aback and bows.
The palace from the DS and PSP versions make a whole lot more sense. Large wide stairways and doors for people to enter than another huge statue knockoff. It fits canon that Bumi keeps the palace welcoming to deal with his people's issues directly.
Actually adorable how one of the guards was worried about play materials. Sweet to think these stiff guards do enjoy being with Bumi. Make sense. A lot were probably sent out as young boys and experienced the horrors of war before coming back to their posts. Many of the citizens talk about how war made their life bleak and a guard admits he never thought there would be an end to the war, growing up in it.
We can use the carts to fast travel in this version! (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ.ﾟ☆
There's also a worried man nearby about kids riding the carts and warns us not too... and we do it right in front of him, aha...
There's a high position in being the royal supplier, the top merchant. They work directly for the King and own a mansion. The secret passageway out of Omashu is also located by their mansion.
Horse ostriches are actually a sign of status In Omashu. And the guy taking care of them is one of my favorite minor characters so far.
We have a kiss kiss fall in love moment with a merchant and break his "priceless" urn. We repair it with clay and such, and he accepts it, even though its technically worthless. Bumi apparently accepted it and it's kept on a table in the corner, how nice!
After accomplishing a timed quest, Aang jumps in excitement, Katara twists back and forth happy, Haru sheepishly rubs his head, and Sokka waves his club in the air.
Haru can help some guards find their missing items with his bending and secure a job for him to work as a sentry for the palace in a few years. It's an amazing opportunity for him to grow and learn and give himself self assurance that he's a great bender.
When sneaking into the library, it has the same stealth sections as the DS, but you are also questioned by guards if you are a master bender by answering questions about Omashu.
The PSP also clarifies the Consul's plan more than the other versions. He's been trying to sneak in machines without the King's knowledge and use them to replace the guards.
Katara wants to tell the King immediately, but Aang knows Bumi sent them to the library on purpose.
Ok, so this time when the FN attack, Katara and Sokka run off to fend off the FN while Aang and Haru go to palace. I prefer this over than Haru sacrificing himself, because we get Haru swearing to protect Aang. Haru's already getting practice in being a bodyguard!
(Momo also gets a moment where he doesn't know who to go with, until he runs after Aang, how sweet that it's hard to decide).
Mad funny that you can still buy from the merchants during the attack. Gotta get that bag, I guess.
Cute how Haru always stays bowing while Aang is chilling standing in front of Bumi. If anything, he's consistent.
Haru is concerned about whether more people will think like the Consul, which is a valid concern. The Consul's beliefs are quite dangerous and already some people in Omashu already showed signs of following his way of thinking. The Consul says how he'll ensure safety of the EK while also saying he'll make their [Aang and Haru's] kind obsolete, which is almost word-for-word the Fire Nation's mindset.
They skipped the scene with Zuko, but eh not much is missed.
#if you like omashu I definitely recommend reading this post#the worldbuilding for this location is off the charts#im going to be posting about it for a while#i also think we revisit this location in the second game so...?#atla the game (2006)#atla#omashu#aang#katara#sokka#haru#king bumi#game sense
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🛡️ 🎵🤲🧸 for csilla!!
🛡️: How does their class inform their characterization? How does their personality match or clash with the stereotype for that class?
Being a Circle of Stars druid, I feel like the subclass itself already kind of subverts the druid stereotype of being very in tune with nature in an earthly sense. Most people probably wouldn't clock Csilla as a druid just by looking at her; she looks more like a wizard, wearing big glasses, robes, and carrying books. 😆 But her subclass informs her backstory of being nomadic and traveling from place to place, guided by the stars "telling" her and her mom where people needed help the most. Csilla also does fit the hermit-esque social outcast stereotype of druids, being intensely shy and anxious until she's in her element (reading/mapping the stars or saving people in dangerous situations).
🎵: Are they any good at singing? What situations do/would they sing in? Would they sing in the shower?
I do think Csilla would be all right at singing, even though she was never formally trained. If she's ever traveling completely alone she'll sing to keep herself company. I could also see her singing in the shower lol
🤲: Do they have any deep desires that they don't talk about and/or don't even realize they have? Do these desires conflict with their main goal at all?
I think Csilla is (honestly not-so-deep down) desperate for not just friends but a community to call her own, aka a true home. She doesn't realize it herself because she's never seen anything wrong with the way she was raised, especially since she can't imagine criticizing her mother.
With her main goal being to help those the stars tell her need help, it has the possibility to stand in the way of that but doesn't necessarily have to. The idea of committing to calling a single place "home" is scary to Csilla mostly because she feels it would prevent her from traveling and doing her nomadic hero thing. Which of course isn't true, and she just needs to reconcile that.
🧸: What was their favorite childhood toy and why?
While her mother did the best she could and Csilla loves her very much, Csilla didn't have any friends her age when growing up thanks to constantly traveling. Thus, she got very attached to a doll who became somewhat of an imaginary friend for her. The doll looked like an elf and Csilla named her Gigi (she wouldn't be able to say why she chose that name, just the whims of a young child).
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⭐ | COMMISSION IV : Siren's Song
TW: Hypnosis (implied, acted on), violence (Kuni beats the shit out of Navi /exag /hj), hallucinations (if you squint, you can definitely see some lore in between)
"A haunting melody, hm?"
"Hmph. Sounds like rumors to me."
"Maybe, but from what she told us, it sounds serious," the informant muttered, pointing at the map which led to the ruins that she informed them about. "We should check it out and see what we can find there, Kuni. Maybe it'd be something worth your fancy?"
He scowled at them, rebutting, "What am I to you, like that lanky, bloodthirsty moron? I'm not going to obsess over something I can beat up if it's weak."
"Uh huh," they said, nodding but they smiled at him knowingly. "Right... And you mentioned that the last time we encountered something that— and I quote— finally strong enough than those pathetic whelps of fatui skirmishers."
"If you know what's good for you, you'd better stop talking."
The albino snorted, but said nothing as they traveled further from the city. They knew better than to tempt the waking beast that was walking alongside them.
...
Waking beast...?
"We're here."
Snapping out of their thoughts, they hummed at the sight of the ruins. The odd scripture around was.. Difficult to tell, but Kunimitsu was already trying to decode it with the knowledge he had.
Or... Try to.
"Do you know what it reads?"
"It just says to be wary of the siren that lurks in the domain."
... What?
They stepped closer to Kunimitsu as he turned his head to them, their eyes focused on the scripture on the walls. Well, they hated to admit it, but they couldn't make heads or tails on it.
"Hm... Well, I can't exactly verify it," they said, a frown resting on their face. "It's not written in a language I'd know."
Of course it wouldn't be, Kuni wanted to say, but he stayed quiet to not annoy them.
"Anyway, should we head in?" they asked him, summoning their weapon— a catalyst, whose made by quartz and had horns like their original appearance.
One that he knew by heart.
"No need to tell me twice," he answered with a scoff, summoning his bell as the two catalysts walked through the doors of the ruins.
Travelling deeper and deeper in the ruins, Navina lit up the space with their serpent's explosive bombs— though, it did cost triggering a few enemies along the way. It wasn't a bother with the Wanderer with them, so the two had an easy time going through it.
That was... Until they reached the heart of the ruins.
Navina was the first to arrive at the last stop, as they got separated from Kunimitsu. Despite him saying they should wait for him, they still traveled on without him, mostly because of the singing they heard.
And... Well, it was a grave mistake for them to do that.
Clambering up from the stoned stairwell, they could hear the singing more clearly— the words were hard to tell for the common ear, but for someone like them, they could understand what it is in their heart.
It was almost like the siren has traveled to that place, and had the tongue to speak in that language.
How horrifying.
Reaching the final floor, they were greeted with the smell of the abyss, the musk overtaking the room in such a way that it was hard to keep their head in its rightful place. Raising a hand to cover their nose, they traveled on, but they could see scripture in that language written all over the wall.
The words written on them were... Not one for those who were the faint of heart. For it spoke of many things, including the forbidden tale of it.
Approaching the figure, Navina found themselves facing against it eye to eye. The singing had ceased as they stepped onto the platform before it, and slowly, they saw it's body turn to face them.
No words can describe with what they saw, but they could simply hear the whispers come from it's body.
The abyss does not judge. The abyss does not perceive what is right or wrong.
The abyss does not bear the concept of humanity.
The abyss is, in and of itself, the thing the world hides.
Reaching their hand over to it's body, they found their mind slowly returning and receding back to its original premise.
That's right. They were never human. They—
"Get your hands off of them!"
They could feel the familiar yet chilling grip of their companion, pulling them back from the abyssal abomination. They could hardly hear those whispers as their mind was in a disarray.
They could hardly see what goes on except for those eyes.
It reminded them of someone.
Someone who they should have forgotten.
The next events were a blur, as Kunimitsu took care of the 'siren' that was written in the scripture. Although the screams had echoed sounded vaguely human, they can hardly hear it as such.
It sounded like someone drowning instead of screaming. And it scared them.
When it was over, they felt hands reach over to their face, and suddenly, they were facing the Wanderer.
... Wanderer? What was his name?
"... ke up!"
... What was it... Glory of...
"Wa.. up!"
... Glory of countries... Kunimitsu—
"I said wake up, you moron!"
What followed after was a harsh hit, and a deafening thud.
The informant couldn't help but blink as they felt the pain get to their being, their skull ringing due to the impact. After a while, they hissed and groaned, slowly turning to the culprit.
".. ow," they muttered, grimacing. "Why the fuck did you punched me?"
"You weren't waking up, you dimwit," he scowled. "You looked as though you're dead."
Dead?
"Ugh... Well, I'm not," they grumbled, though they got their bearings as Kunimitsu helped them up. "Anyway, what happened to the sire—"
"That's not a siren. That's a Mirror Maiden."
...
"What?!"
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