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wrappedupinlight · 2 years

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DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS CLASSES ( bold what applies to your muse. repost ; do NOT reblog )

tagged by: i found it from a draft from a different blog, and i can’t remember who i grabbed it from?? sorry!

tagging: anyone who’d also like to do this as well!

(sorry! this meme was too much fun-- so im gonna do this one for nancy this time! c:)

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes,biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecisions, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

#;memes #;nancy wheeler #(( part of me was kind of laughing at the idea of a paladin #to kidna go hand in hand with mikes character being the paladin and shit--#but honestly like #... the point of being a paladin is like #fighting for a cause??#which she would!! b #but she wouldn't do it for any one person #she would do it for all the people she loves in her life #not some faceless leader type #so yeah!! this was so much fun to do omgggg #honestly with her i always go so back and forth about it--#but i do think that rogue kinda fits her a lot??#i have a lot of thoughts about nancy wheeler #and not *NEARLY* enough time to sift and go through them #so yeah~ lol)#(( also a part of me wanted to bold the 'better with animals than people' one so badddddddd #but nahhhhh #i let it goooooo lmao #because she sadly doesn't even have pets??#im sure one day she'll have at least a few tbh))

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deadghosy · 2 months

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Mommy long legs reader or slender man reader x Hazbin hotel 🌚🌝

AHHHH I LOVE YOU MY GHOST ANONNNN! SLENDERMAN?? YOU FINNA BRING OUT MY CREEPYPASTA PHASEE🦆✨💗‼️‼️‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X SLENDERMAN! READER

prompt: a faceless creature of the height of 10’5 (or 7’9 idk I got two different heights from safari lol) came to hell to serve one final purpose…get a damn job.

Two words, scary tall…

So say your height was 10’5…

SHIT GON GET WICKEEDDDD!!!

Okay so I can see Charlie being scared staring at you as you just sit like a nice gentleman as your body doesn’t fit the whole seat… (y’know what, let’s go with 7’9…) you told Charlie you use to be a leader before you somehow came to this wrenched place

Charlie felt bad and gave you a job here so yon can stay. But she was confused when you said “somehow”’ as if you didn’t die as a Human…WAIT A MINUTE..DID YOU JUST TALK WITHOUT A MOU-

Lucifer looked up at you and was like….“What in the fucking nine circles…” and you two became friends because of how Lucifer put accessories on you like a Christmas tree

Y’know how people make slenderman wear reading glasses sometimes? That’s you. 😭 with your blind ass LMAOO (I also wear glasses dw…) But I can see you wear the glasses and residents be so confused because…you don’t have eyes for Christ out loud-

“Fuck you wearin' glasses for?” Husk said to you once as he caught you even reading a book…now he was more confused. “I’m reading…” “…..okay..” husk was so done with this buffoonery as you had no mouth and eyes. But yet you could still read, see, and fuckin talk? Yeah he must be drunk as hell itself…

You treat niffty just like how fanon slenderman treats Sally. That’s how I headcannon it.

I headcannon you to be the fanon version of slenderman rather the cannon version. Cause you being the fanon version is just sweet considering the chaos that can happen in the hotel and how you treat niffty.

I can see people thinking you are a new overlord as you had a stern aura around yourself as you had a proper straight walk as you held a high chin not showing any weaknesses.

“Woah….did you see that sinner get lit in flames…” “yeah I did.” It got so quiet so quick as angel gave you a confused face as you just stood there. 😭 Angel couldn’t tell if you were being fr or being a smartass

You were just sleeping on the couch, dead ass like a passed out beer dad after watching football. And fat nuggets sat in your lap sleeping. Then angel came and slept by you, then husk, then niffty, AND THEN EVERYONE JOINED 😭 big ass family cuddle💗💗🦆

You deadass could be the bodyguard of the hotel as you could escort a sinner who is trying to be an ass to the staff and you’re just like, “YEET!” And boom they are thrown away

You and Alastor definitely bond the most as you two got black tentacles. It’s just for Alastor it’s based on his powers when he uses his magic. But for you, it’s just your appearance as you use them to pierce your enemies. But mostly you use them when you are too bored to pick up objects with your hands

BIGGG headcannon that when slenderman do that static thingy, for you it clouds their vision and hearing as you make them pass out. Either to death or just to knock them out.

Lol I can imagine the whole creepypasta mansion going crazy while you drink tea like “this is fine” as you are in some other universe- 😭 crossover type shit

Like Drowned Ben is spam texting your phone like, “slender. slender. Help. Slendy. Octopus. Father. Help help.. help JeFF STABBED ME!”

And your tall ass is just sleeping as everything is going soooo peaceful in the hotel.

While we are at that, EJ definitely was using a book to try and to summon you with sally behind him hugging her teddy to see you again. Meanwhile Jeff was chasing Ben as he goes through a tv to hide from Jeff.

I imagine people in the hotel would hug you except for Alastor as he hates touch. But the people would dead ass hug you as one of your tentacles hold them.

You picked up angel, niffty , Charlie and Vaggie with your four tentacles as you read a book. It was a funny but cute sight as Charlie was like “:p” while the others had a cartoony ass expression or a blank one which is definitely Vaggie and husk

Adam and Lute definitely glanced at each other confused at what the fuck you were as you didn’t have a demonic or angelic aura. But you had some type of power in you. It was weird asf as you just stood there like “🧍🏾am I ugly?” They just kept staring at you

I can see you having the same expression as the picture above when you met pentious as you and Alastor was having tea just chilling with the hellish weather.

“Do you know that guy?” “I have no idea who that pest is my dear friend.” Alastor says with his usual smile as he hands you a cookie.

Just straight up tea times with Alastor is so peaceful as Alastor was kinda suspicious when you didn’t say anything if he ate a cannibalism meal. But I mean…slenderman! Reader is use to people being a cannibal.

The vees are definitely intrigued with who the hell you are and how powerful are you as you were the talk of pentagram city when you first came.

I headcannon a sinner tried to cut off your tentacles only to be grabbed by one of them and slammed to the ground. You just stood there and let static ring loudly in their head to the point it exploded.

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momojedi · 3 months

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— RETURN pairing. crosshair x gn! reader

type. oneshot note. couldn't contain myself with the release of the s3 trailer ... so have a little crosshair fluff! along with some sweet crosshair and wrecker reunion warnings. fluffy flamingo fluff word count. 839

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"Easy, buddy, I got you." That voice.

Despite his delirious state, Crosshair couldn't help but recognise it, yet he couldn't exactly pinpoint as to where he'd heard it before - it felt so close ... so intimate, in a way.

He tried to grasp a clear image of what was going on, of who that voice belonged to, but as soon as he'd opened his eyes, he already regretted it. The world blurred into a sea of colours and the blaster sounds in the distance barely reached him, dimming into the background. Deciding that he could worry about his faceless hero later, his mind immediately went on to the next important subject he could think of.

"Find ... " he slurred, trying to piece any kind of comprehensive sentence together, "Ome ..." He couldn't even properly finish his sister's name before his lights went out.

Two and a half hours.

That’s how much time had passed since you all had victoriously reached the Marauder and taken off into the safety of hyperspace.

And it’s also how much time had passed since Crosshair had been knocked out, holding loosely onto you with an arm draped around your shoulder as you tried your best to support his weight and taller frame while also holding off the blaster fire of the stormtroopers.

“He’ll be fine,” Wrecker tried to cheer you up, gently patting your back, “It ain’t the first time he’s been knocked out.” You tried your best to give him a small grin, yet the doubtful grimace of a smile was all you could manage.

Normally, lifting a team member’s spirit would’ve been Hunter’s job. However as soon as the sergeant had laid his eyes upon Crosshair’s broken state, dull brown eyes staring back at him, Hunter’s leader facade had cracked.

You knew he blamed himself for Crosshair and Omega’s imprisonment and the endless torture they likely had been put through. Night after night had you sat next to him, embracing him and whispering sweet nothings. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what kind of weight he carried wordlessly upon his shoulders.

As soon as you’d gotten a hold of the two, Hunter had seen red, fully blinded by all those emotions, all that anger that had been he'd been battling internally for weeks, even months now. He hadn’t hesitated to put a blaster shot between any imp he'd come across on your way back.

You couldn’t blame him. Had you not been holding on to Crosshair, you likely wouldn’t have acted any differently.

The sudden string of mumbled words brought you back to the present and your gaze immediately settled on the unconscious sniper now slowly but surely waking up. He blinked, once, twice before shutting his eyes again and frowning, reaching up to shield his face from the burning lights. "Ugh, Wrecker," he hissed, "Dim the knifing lights, they-"

Suddenly his words were caught in his throat as his eyes widened and he shot up, scanning his surroundings for a second before settling on Wrecker. "You - you're here!" An expression of bewilderment and surprise stretched across his face and before you knew it, tears were glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah, well ... we couldn't let the Imps keep our best marksman, could w- oof!" Before he could finish his sentence, he was engulfed into an uncharacteristically tight hug as Crosshair wrapped his arms around his big brother. Hesitantly, Wrecker raised his arms before returning the hug and soon enough, there were tears falling on both ends.

You smiled as you watched the reunion unfold, and after a few minutes of loving silence, you stood from your seat on the rack, ready to head out and give the brothers some space to catch up before Wrecker cleared his throat.

"Uhm," he started, pulling back from the embrace and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "I think you two have might have some stuff to talk about, too." He then swiftly headed out, though not without giving you an encouraging grin.

You two wordlessly eyed the floor for what felt like an eternity. What does one say in such a situation? You didn’t know. And it seemed neither did he.

“I’m sorry.” Crosshair finally broke the silence. You looked up. “What?”

He sighed, averting your gaze. “I’m sorry - about everything. How I treated my brothers, Omega … not to mention you.” Finally he glanced at you, brows furrowed and the familiar wetness sparkling in his eyes once more. “I fucked up. I - Shit, I could’ve killed you, I could’ve-”

You shut him up by pressing your lips against his. For a second, the marksman is taken aback before kissing back, carefully cradling you in his arms and pulling you closer to his chest. After what felt like forever, you were pulled apart by the fatal requirement that is air. When your breathing finally stabilised, you hummed, pressing your forehead against his.

"I'm just happy you're back."

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erinawritesheadcanons2 · 1 year

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Could you do slenderman hcs for your first date

Slenderman, Trenderman and Splendorman First Date Headcanons

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A/N: Thank you Anon for requestiong this HCS! I'm sorry for the long update, it has been such a hectic day because of college and research. I hope you understand!

Gender: Neutral

Warning: None

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Slenderman

Slenderman is a proper gentleman and doesn't like the type of date that is considered non-classical as he believes that he is a high-value man.

In his human form, I believe Slenderman would reserve a seat for the two of you in fancy restaurants like a five-star "all you can eat" kind of restaurant or an Italian restaurant.

Slenderman would also prepare a bouquet of your favorite flowers or a classic red rose to show how much he loves you but if you do not like flowers, he would give you another gift.

It could be a teddy bear, plushies, beautiful scarves that were actually made by his brother Trenderman, or a bottle of perfume with your favorite scent.

Without the human form, Slenderman would love to bring you to his special library where none of the proxies can go inside unless they had his permission.

Slenderman would prepare you a cup of tea in case you got thirsty but if you prefer tea to coffee. He does not mind making a cup of coffee for you.

As the two of you are reading together, sometimes Slenderman's hands would gently hold your hands even though his hands are boney and cold.

The two of you would review each other books together, this is the type of date that he prefers where te two of you could be just calm together.

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As the new killer that stays with the other experienced killers in an abandoned building are challenging but you were thankful that Slenderman was there in every step. Not only he was a great leader with high intelligence but he was also a perfect gentleman, treating you like royalty and protecting you from the other proxies that are trying to mess up with you.

The two of you and him recently just got together as he proposes to you in the hills surrounded by the trees and flowers underneath the sky of the night where there were shooting stars. Of course, it did not end up just like that because Slenderman decides to make your day better as the two of you become one couple.

He glances around the room and sees you still lying on the other side of the bed with drolls on your mouth and snores, not even looking elegant at all but despite that his cold dead heart is fluttering like a swarm of butterflies. He remembers that he wanted to surprise you before he goes up from his bed and walks up to his computer.

Even though he's thousands of years old and an immortal creature, he knows how to use electronics before he books one of the five-star restaurants for the date later, he even goes as far as calling the owner of the restaurant to book the seating arrangement and preparing the suit that he would wear later.

Unknownbeast to the tall faceless creature, you were awake once you hear him whispering to the phone. Even though he was only whispering, he was quite loud and you were able to make out some of the words that he said before a little smile slip up against your lips, hearing the word of 'Date', 'For the two of us', and the words of 'For me and my boyfriend/girlfriend'.

As Slenderman closes the phone down, the faceless creature takes a deep sigh and mutters 'This first date better be worth it' but once again he was quite loud and you accidentally hear it. It was really sweet for slenderman to try making the first date perfect for you even though it is fine for you to just have a simple date.

Seeing this, you couldn't help but open both of your eyes and push yourself away from the soft mattress. Pulling both of your arms to the sky before hearing a satisfying pop sound from the bones and standing up from the bed.

"Darling, are we going to get our first-time date?" You ask him.

"Oh, did you hear all of that?" Slenderman glances down at you.

"Yeah, your whisper is actually kind of loud so I can make out some of the words," you told him.

"I apologize, sweetheart. That was supposed to be a surprise for you but I think I was being too obvious," Slenderman couldn't help but feel slightly guilty that he destroyed his own plan.

"Haha, that's alright sweetheart. You don't need to feel down, I appreciate your effort. You are still able to surprise me later but before that. Let's go out together and tell everyone the mission," you held one of his long arms, pulling him closer and hugging the faceless man with a smile on your face as you couldn't wait to go out with him later.

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Trenderman

If Slenderman going to be a classic gentleman, your first date with Trenderman is LUXURY. Trenderman does not care about his spending even though it was expensive since all of his money is from stealing from the human world and from his fashion designs.

Put your seatbelt on because he is not only going to bring you to the fancy restaurant like Slenderman did but to fancy France Restaurants.

As he spent his money on expensive gifts for you such as perfume, designer suits or dresses, wristwatches, or jewelry like gold necklaces and silver rings.

Bringing you to small shops that sell expensive chocolates to fulfill your sweet tooth and even spend on an expensive chocolate box for you.

Letting you have as much as chocolate you have and not letting you have the 'supermarket' type of chocolates since he feels like those qualities of chocolate are worse than branded chocolates.

But Trenderman is also going as dramatic as bringing you to watch a fashion show and watching models wearing expensive gowns and suits walking on the catwalk. Of course, he would be in his human form.

Surprisingly many designers know who he is and would greet him as he introduces you to those designers. Gucci Designers? Versace? Balmain? Hermes? Dior? They know who is he.

Trenderman is also going to bring you to the place of winery and you could taste the best wines from there as he surprisingly got some wines for you too.

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Staring at the person in the wooden frame mirror, the yesterday event of Trenderman asking you on a date were surprising you and made you nervous a little bit even though you felt happy mostly since you are going out with your crush. You have been crushing on the glasses faceless creature for a long time and you thought he would never recognize someone like you.

But that is a huge mistake and assumption for you as his nonexistent eyes laid on yours, he knew you were the perfect match for him but he didn't have the gut to tell you until yesterday was the right time to ask you out after he was drawing some suit/dress designs for you before he hands it to you and admitting that he has a feeling towards you.

Even though the reflection of the mirror clearly shows your complexion, it did not feel like it was you at all. Trenderman who was going to check on you teleported behind you and gasped, seeing your clothes but what makes him peeved of is not because of your messy looks but the fact that you weren't wearing his designed clothes for you for the date.

"(Y/N) (L/N)! Why are you not wearing the clothes that I made for you!" Even though he does not have eyes, you could tell he is glaring at you.

"Oh, Trenderman! I'm sorry it's just I'm scared to make it dirty when we are going out together," you explained your reason.

"Don't be silly just try the clothes I made for you!: He crosses both of his arms.

"Alright, I will try just don't be mad," You hurried away.

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It was a little bit windy outside and Trenderman's hands wrapped around the knob of the door before pulling it and stepping aside to let you get inside the building. The smell of expensive perfume and new buildings overwhelms the whole room and a pair of (E/C) eye colors could not help but stare at everything in awe.

The floor was made out of dark granites and the wall had white and golden wallpaper with a chandelier made out of an expensive diamond. There are many people in the hall and some of them had cameras on their necks, turning around you could see Trenderman in his human form with his own designed clothes.

His hands reached out to yours, waiting for you to grab it "You'll see the amazing show of my interest and I hope you would also be interested in this kind of show, darling," Trenderman winked with the edge of his lips curved upwards.

You were a little bit nervous about this invitation, especially joining the luxurious world of rich people since you're just a commoner like the rest of the killers and not living like rich people would but his smile wrote a warmth, promise, and comfort. Without thinking twice, you grab a hold of his hands and follow him from the side, choosing to join this kind of fun together with your boyfriend Trenderman.

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Splendorman

If Slenderman is a proper gentleman with a classic date and Trenderman is a Luxury date. Splendorman is going to be a fun date if you are going out with him.

Your first date together with Splendorman is bringing you to the amusement park where you can enjoy some attractions and games together with him.

Although he won't join the rollercoaster or some rides because he is either afraid or his size too big for someone on his size even though he is in his human form.

Splendorman is definitely going to try winning some gifts from the game booths for you, especially winning some plushies for you even though he's not as good as his brothers.

Splendorman also going to spoil you a lot by buying or stealing some food for you from the hotdog, popcorn, ice cream, cotton candy, slushie, and other food stands if you are hungry.

Splendorman also going to try to make you laugh with his little surprises or stupid but funny jokes. Sometimes he suddenly pulls a magic trick just to get your attention away.

Definitely protective of you and not letting anyone get too close to you but he won't scare them until he notices you need it such as creeps or thugs and he will show his monster form.

Splendorman is trying to give you the best day or the best date of your life by making you having lots of adventures, rides, meeting some characters, food stands and some adorable pictures of you two together.

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It was around two pm in the afternoon and you could not wait any longer to have your first date together with your boyfriend Splendorman, one of Slenderman's brothers. He always made your day bright unlike the rest of the killers in the mansion who mostly just ignore you or treat you horribly.

You were wearing a simple (F/C) t-shirt along with a pair of navy jeans and a jacket in case it gets colder at night plus a backpack filled with some necessities to survive. Yesterday, your boyfriend told you the plan for the first date, and even though it wasn't a surprise like the others. It still makes you happy none of the less knowing that you would go to an Amusement Park.

After putting the brush down from combing your tangled hair, a light buzz could be heard and your body immediately reacted on its own. It was Splendorman, with his bright and happy smile, he offered his skilly and pale hands at you "Are you ready, (Y/N)? Cuz I'm ready to have fun with you!"

Without thinking twice, you placed your hands on top of his cold hands, accepting that you are going to go together with your boyfriend together and his hand gently wrapped around your smaller hands before the sound of buzzing could be heard and the two of you are gone.

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Sounds of children laughing and people chattering overwhelmed the whole place and there were many people who seemed to be happy while all of them having family time together or a simple hang out with their friends and partners. Your eyes were lit by all of the colors along with the rides and the food stands that were standing there.

"Are you excited?" Splendorman asks.

"Yeah! Oh, Splendorman. Thank you so much for bringing me to the place!" you turn around to see Spendorman already using his human form.

He was wearing a colorful suit with the silly hat that he always wears along with the walking stick in his hand. Despite looking that silly and people would mistake him as a mascot, it made you love him even harder. "Where are you going to go?" You ask your boyfriend, cannot wait to try all of the rides.

"Up to you, sweetie-pie!"

"Rollercoaster?"

"I-i don't think I will be ready for that, sorry sweetie-pie."

"Alright, what about the sightseeing trains. We will all of the rides from above and have a mini tour."

"That sounds lovely, let's go to the sightseeing trains then," Splendorman walks next to you.

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life-is-gaay · 1 year

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i love that hbo gave the bandits more development instead of just a faceless enemy that kills the weak. The bandits may still be horrible people that kill innocents but now they have some more depth and reason behind their villainy.

The bandits in game are defined by their ability to murder and steal from others because they have the means to. In the show it seems they do bandit things because they’re scared that someone is going to disrupt their way of life and it’ll be like when FEDRA was in charge. The show also makes it clear that the bandit leader is doing bandit things out of love for her people, specifically in remembrance of her dead brother.

I’m loving how the show relates back to the theme of human connection and all types of love whether it be paternal, romantic, fraternal, or any other type of commitment.

#there’s more i should say but i’m so tired :/#tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #the last of us #tlou

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romirola · 2 years

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OKAY! Fic prompt request.

I'm thinking the, “Do you want me to stay?” line for David/Angel earlier in their relationship when he's being a prickly boi and Angel isn't sure if this is still just them playing or if he really isn't into them. Like, a moment of doubt where David has to realize he's being too much of a jerk and be clear about his feelings...

Hi, @dominimoonbeam! Oh, what an excellent choice. One prickly-on-the-outside-mushy-on-the-inside boi coming up. Hope you enjoy!

Rating: T, WC: ~2K, Prompts: “Do you want me to stay?” and David/Angel

“Because the last thing I would want to do after a full day of security work is get dressed up and go to some office party where I don’t know anyone,” David Shaw grumbled. He handed Angel a can of orange-flavored seltzer water. “Why would you think I’d ever want to go to something you’ve been bitching about for weeks? Just skip it. We’ll hang out here on Saturday night. We could even order in if you want.”

“Thanks.” Angel cracked the top of the can, letting the rush of fizzy bubbles rise and then dissipate before they took a sip. “I told you before, I can’t skip it. If I don’t go, it makes me look bad.” They crossed their ankle over their knee and leaned their chin onto their hand. “Skipping this bullshit work party could be a reason I don’t get offered an important client or have a team leader reject my version of pitch for a client I already have.”

David rolled his eyes. “That seems a little dramatic,” he said.

“I’m not being dramatic!” Angel hotly countered. “That’s how office politics work, okay? You’ve only ever worked for your father in a family business and now, you work for yourself.” They set the seltzer on the floor. “You don’t know how these things work, so stop pretending you do.”

David paused a bit, realizing that Angel was misunderstanding him. He knew how uptight they got when they mentioned over and over again about attending this party. The last thing he wanted to do was add to their stress. Honestly, all David wanted was for them to blow off the party entirely. It seemed like it would be the best thing for Angel. In the months since he had met them, David saw firsthand just how hard they worked for the good of their company, often at the expense of themselves. He wished they didn’t feel the need to have to prove themselves constantly. “I didn’t mean you were being dramatic. I meant, your work is dramatic,” he said, a sharp edge imbued in his voice that only upset David more. He didn’t mean for any of his vitriol to be directed towards them. He was upset at their work culture and the pressure their supervisors carelessly put on them because they knew that Angel would respond to that type of treatment and produce incredible work. He hated to see them being taken advantage of, and he certainly had no desire to attend some boring party with Angel and slap a fake smile on his face as he pretended to be excited to meet the people who often used Angel’s work ethic to benefit a faceless company.

It was like he couldn’t find a way to express any nuance after having constructed his overall hard demeanor and keeping it in place for so long. At least Asher and a few others in the pack had known David before he had inherited his alpha standing and could at least remember that David once did have room for joy in his life. But Angel had only ever known him like this. For the most part, David had been beyond pleased to see that Angel almost presumed there was more to him, deep inside, even if they had very little proof of that fact. And as much as David wanted to show them that they were right about that, he couldn’t, no matter how hard he was trying.

“Whatever,” Angel shrugged, turning their face away from David. “Clearly, you don’t want to go to the party at my dramatic work. So fine then. Don’t go. But don’t expect me to stay here so I can sit in your apartment and insult me.”

“I didn’t insult you!” David yelped. “I was-”

“Don’t tell me whether or not I feel insulted!” Angel launched themselves off of the couch so they could stand in front of David. “You don’t get to decide that. I do!”

“Then don’t twist my words around and make them mean something they don’t.” David inwardly cringed at how dismissive he sounded as his voice dropped low, like he was trying to intimidate Angel into backing down. He knew that wasn’t at all how he should be reacting to them, but it was like his emotional expressiveness was stuck on autopilot. Intimidation was his typical go-to, and after only reaching for that for so long, he suddenly found himself unable to do anything else. It was an irony that made David want to scream. He had spent so long gluing that mask of indifference to his face. Never once did he imagine he’d have to take on the insurmountable task of trying to pry that mask off.

But for Angel? For Angel, he’d rip off that mask piece by piece until it was gone.

Angel’s eyes narrowed. “If you don’t mean the sentiment that the words carry, don’t say them at all. It’s not that hard of a concept, you know. Even children know that!” They swallowed nervously. “Is it that you don’t want to be seen with me, David? Is that why you won’t go to this thing?” Their whole body drooped.

Angel paused to let David answer the question, but he was so dumbfounded that Angel would even consider something so far from the truth that he didn’t respond in what they apparently determined was enough time.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” It was like all of the anger drained out of Angel and only hurt was left behind. “That’s why we stay in so often or only go out when I drag you to something I planned. You don’t want to be seen with me.”

“What?” David’s face fell when he realized how Angel harbored such a destructive thought. Then, he realized as he considered the development of their relationship, he was the one who made it look like that. Some of David’s brusqueness over going out or having Angel meet his friends was due to his commitment to keeping covert, not to mention he wanted to avoid any pack gossip until he figured out why in the world he couldn’t stop thinking about this unempowered human, despite his decision to resign himself to a life of singleness for the good of the pack. Second, as much as David hated to admit it, he sometimes struggled in social situations and he didn’t want someone as extraverted, open and, frankly, amazing as Angel to see him struggle with anything, especially something like that. So, rather than give them the opportunity to see his faults, he had hidden away the problem entirely, only to create a bigger problem that he didn’t realize was developing until Angel finally confronted him about it.

They confronted him about even the toughest things. Angel’s fortitude never failed to amaze David.

“Because if you don’t want to be seen out with me, then I see no reason you should be seen in with me, either,” Angel declared. “Umm, I mean…” They scrambled to find a better way to tell David off. “Maybe you’d rather I just go now, so as not to ruin your night with my drama.”

“Angel,” David said after the sensation of the knife in his gut dulled to a mere ache. “Stay. Please stay.”

“Oh?” Angel gasped, not at all assuaged. “Hmm, now that’s a tough riddle. Do you want me to stay?” they sarcastically wondered, scratching their chin. “Because when it comes to translating English into David-ish, meaning gets lost pretty easily.”

“Yes, please,” David declared. “I really want you to stay.”

Angel heaved a sigh as they relaxed back into the sofa and gave David a scorching glare.

“What you were thinking, about my being annoyed or sick of you or your work drama or anything similar. It’s not that. Not any of that, okay? I’m sorry my…” David haphazardly gestured to the room. “I don’t know, my preference for solitude, I guess, made you think that.” He scooted over to the couch to close the distance between them. As David moved, his ankle accidentally brushed against the can on the floor, spilling the contents.

“Oh no, the seltzer!” Angel pointed out.

David didn’t even give the spill a backward glance. “Forget it. This is more important. You’re more important.” He let his hand find the side of their cheek, thumb brushing along their temple. “I would line up the whole world and tell each and every person that we’re together. I’d tell them how indescribably happy you make me. And I’d promise in front of each and every person that I would do anything to make you happy, too,” he said.

Angel’s face softened. “That’s a nice thought,” they acknowledged with a little laugh. “But honestly, David, I don’t care what you’d tell a bunch of strangers. I care what you tell me. And some days, I just… I’d like to hear that sort of stuff, too.” They let their hand come to David’s wrist, rubbing the inside of it.

“I’ll be better at that. I swear, I’m trying to be better.” David pulled Angel a little bit closer to him. He felt their warmth breath tickle his neck. “I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but you, you make me want to be better. You deserve the best.” He couldn’t help but kiss them. “I didn’t even think twice about how you would perceive me complaining about your work party. Please believe me when I say it wasn’t because I didn’t want to be seen with you, Angel. Never.”

Hesitantly, Angel asked, “Then why?”

“Because you try so hard every minute you’re actually on the clock, not to mention all the overtime you take on, so I didn’t think you should be expected to spend your own free time hanging out with those same awful people talking about reports and deadlines and memos and excel sheets and clients and…” David trailed off as he realized how inept he was when it came to office jobs. “Your company takes advantage of you. I just didn’t want them to get their grimy little hands on your Saturday night, too, and this time, without even paying you!”

Angel tipped forward slightly, their head coming to rest onto David’s shoulder. “You were worried about me,” they summarized. “You were trying to protect my weekend.”

David nodded. “Yes. That’s all I was trying to do. Except the words came out wrong. I’m sorry, Angel. And, you’re right. I… I don’t know about the expectations of your job and it’s none of my business to tell you what to do or not do, so look, if you want to go, let’s go.” He playfully held out his arm. “It’d be my honor to escort you to the party.”

Angel snatched his arm. “Yay!” they exclaimed. “You’re the only one who could make the night bearable.”

David’s first impulse was to school his face into a neutral expression so that Angel’s comment didn’t cause him to break out in a big, dopey grin. When he looked at Angel, however, he fought that impulse and instead, gave in to an instinct to let that big, dopey grin shine proudly on his face. “Not to mention, you can show me off as your boyfriend.”

“B-b-boyfriend?” Angel sputtered. “I… We haven’t really discussed labels or anything like that.” They reached up to thread their fingers through an unruly wave in David’s hair that curled behind his ear. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, as long as you are,” David confirmed, pulling them into a hug and then a slow kiss. “It’s about damn time I start using the words that capture what I mean.”

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted fanfiction #redacted david #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted angel #thank you!

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bonefall · 1 year

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In the Better Call Mapleshade au, are her kits adults in Starclan like Smallstar and his siblings or are they kits with warriors names? Because if they’re kits, I was wondering how Patchpool would be able to seem like an adult in Fireheart’s dreams.

Also I’ve only seen Patchpool, how are Mapleshade’s other kits?

It's a leftover from the Darkstar's Commandment story of my Bonefall Rewrite (which I will post soon I promise), from which the Better Call Mapleshade AU sprang out of. In the Rewrite, I'm keeping StarClan having some godlike aspects, so one of the things that's staying from early lore is the idea that cats who died as kits can 'choose' an age to appear as.

So, like the Smallstar story, they unlock the titles they would have gotten in life.

I guess I'll tag this as both Better Call Mapleshade AU, and Bonefall Rewrite. These are both still currently separate AUs but... for now they'll just share this specific overlap.

Petalkit = Petalstar

Appears as a middle-aged, powerful leader. A very serious, dour spirit who doesn't deal in nonsense. She can be quite harsh to the living, invoking her is intense and you will incur her wrath if you don't go through the proper channels.

She is a faithful, active agent of StarClan, quickly moving up in the ranks as her story is highly respected among the living. Her actions/duties tend to center around leaders and kittens of great destinies. She is the one who lead that ShadowClan patrol to Tigerkit to prevent him from being eaten by that fox, for example.

Her warrior name would have been Petalstorm.

Larchkit = Larchface

Appears as a handsome young warrior. A dramatic and well-spoken spirit with a penchant for delivering speeches and prophecies. He is not often invoked but comes when called, preferring to allow StarClan to judge those who commit unauthorized communication with ghosts.

For a generation, Larchface was a prosecutor for StarClan, especially for cats who neglected or mistreated kittens. He oversaw his own mother's trial, but in more recent years his role has been (willingly) reduced so that cats of more recent memory have more sway over the recently departed.

His duties tend to be in "communications." Wording and passing on prophecies and omens, appearing as faceless backup in dreams and visions.

His warrior name is a reference to his 'father,' Birchface.

Patchkit = Patchpool

Appears as a kitten, except at his mother's trial where he temporarily appeared as an adult. Quiet but excitable, very attached to his family, may have been a den father or a medicine cat. Easy to invoke, hard to keep his attention.

#Better Call Mapleshade AU: With his mother in StarClan with him, Patchpool remains very attached to her. He tends to observe the living a lot, almost like a child that benevolently watches ant colonies. Occasionally he takes interest in a particular mortal and shares the interest with Mapleshade, especially if he thinks they have potential or if their "story" is unsatisfying.

#Bonefall Rewrite: Patchpool wasn't ready to die and understands how scary it is for kittens who passed on before they even lived. He's a bit of a 'camp counselor' type to kittens who don't have dead family to "raise" them, teaching them the rules of their new existence, acquainting them with the activities they can get involved in, so on.

His name is irony; 'Pool' has nothing to do with his halfclan heritage. It's in reference to his calm, even-tempered personality.

#Bonefall Rewrite #Starclan keeps its godlike aspects AU #Better Call Mapleshade AU #Patchkit #Larchkit #Petalkit #Mapleshade #StarClan

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ineffableaddiction · 1 month

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Part 11: Appearances

A Good Omens Fan Fic

The bookshop was closed, but that wasn’t surprising. The bookshop was always closed. Well, almost always. Muriel hesitated at the door, and decided she wanted to be outside with the humans and the shops and the sounds so she began wandering. The life around her was chaotic and beautiful, and she wasn’t afraid to, if not join in, at least let it surround her.

It was a busy day, or at least seemed so to one who wasn’t used to the streets of London. Having never been too far beyond the bookshop, her world became more… everything. She passed cafes where patrons brunched and drank tea and non-tea substances while discussing things that must have been important to the humans sitting close to them. There were shops that allowed customers to come inside, some that had unusual humans in the window that didn’t speak, presumably because they didn’t have faces, and also didn’t move for unknown reasons. Some of the motionless, faceless humans wore colourful clothing, others had strange types of helmets decorated with plumage and other things.

The humans seemed to walk like a river flowing in one direction, with a nearby river going in the opposite direction. She occasionally got caught between the two streams and struggled to find her place in the movement, attempting to venture in the direction she wished to go. It suddenly became too much and she froze. Like a rock in the water, humanity flowed around her.

Unsure of how long she hadn’t moved and even more uncertain about what to do next, she glanced around, looking for an escape. There was a cafe not too far ahead of her, and she attempted more than once to get to her destination. Finally making it to the railing that surrounded the cafe’s outside seating area, she leaned against the wall of a neighboring shop and tried to relax. “If I can’t walk down a street, how will I be able to complete what’s needed?” Trying to convince herself she would be fine, she pushed through one river and into the next, this time heading back towards the bookshop.

When the bookshop was finally in sight, Muriel hurried toward the door and opened it. She didn’t see Mr. Crowley, but Barachiel had remained.

“Hello, hello!” Muriel smiled and greeted the visiting angel. “Mr. Fell wanted me to notify you that I’ll be staying at the bookshop for now. I guess that means you’ll be going back?”

“I believe I will. How was your visit?” Barachiel had some idea of why Aziraphale had requested Muriel, but was not sure of the details.

“It was lovely. Mr. Fe… Aziraphale is such a nice pers… angel.” She was having difficulty separating the bookshop owner and the leader of the angels, but realizing they were the same she relaxed. “How were things here? Did Mr. Crowley open the shop while I was… away?”

Barachiel shook her head. “Crowley has been out, and I was told to keep the humans away.” She paused, wondering if she should discuss the demon with Muriel, then deciding against it. “It’s been lovely meeting you. I must get back now.”

“Oh, yes, lovely. Fine then. Goodbye!”

After a brief farewell, Barachiel departed.

A car sped down the street and stoped suddenly near the bookshop. After grabbing two books from the seat beside him, Crowley exited the Bentley and was at the door in quick succession. Entering the bookshop, he walked over to Aziraphale’s desk, placed the books on the desk and settled into a chair. His efforts of the day amounted to nothing more than carrying around an additional book. The author that was supposed to be present at the retail book establishment had failed to appear at the scheduled time, and still hadn’t arrived by the time the shop closed for the evening.

He had managed to consume the entire book while awaiting the signing that wasn’t, but failed to find anything that explained why the poster had directed him to that establishment on this specific date. Hunting down clues was Aziraphale’s idea of excitement, but Crowley preferred to analyze things without having to leave wherever he chose to be. Today’s quest had been for naught.

Looking at the various items splayed out on the desk, he picked each up, examining it closely for a few moments, then arranging them back into the packet form they had been in when he discovered them. He removed the photos from the place they had been hidden and added those to the bundle before tying the ribbon to secure everything. Cautious about storing the items where they may inadvertently be found, he hid them away in a different room. He stared at them in their new home for a long time, then whispered, “Goodbye Aziraphale.” His voice broke as the name came out, but there were no tears.

He walked back to the desk and looked at the books that remained, and decided he would store those in his room. Once everything had been set aside, the desk looked rather empty. Crowley reflected on the passing of time with an exhausted grimace. There had always been gaps, sometimes centuries long, where he and Aziraphale had been apart. This time was very different. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, and when we do meet… “ His thoughts drifted in a direction he didn’t care to explore.

As he sat there, lost in a strange mixture of past and future, something brought his mind back to the present. He turned to look at Muriel and raised an eyebrow. “Well, hello Muriel. How was heav….. what are you wearing?”

Muriel, inspired by the earlier observations of humans, altered their attire quite radically, but was even less likely to avoid attention. A navy and lilac striped tie rested on a white button down shirt, and the shirt was mostly hidden under a grey suit jacket that remained unbuttoned. A pair of suit pants in a shade that was slightly greyer than the jacket were too short. A pair of black and white patent leather shoes adorned Muriel’s feet. To top it off, a cream colored fascinator with light blue netting with silver beads adorning said netting gave Muriel the appearance of a very confused human that had never been exposed to fashion.

“Do you like it? I thought I’d fit in more if I looked more like the humans.” Muriel was so proud of his efforts.

“Yes, I see that.” Crowley was certain that Muriel would not blend in anywhere they went at this point. “I think you’ve got off to a good start, but I would recommend a few minor changes if you aren’t opposed.”

Muriel nodded in consent.

“What type of look are you hoping for?” Crowley started with creating the suit jacket and pants in a matching shade of dark grey, while also making both fit properly.

“I don’t know. I saw some people today and thought the way they adorned themselves was interesting, but I’ve never had to choose clothes until recently.” Muriel was a tad nervous, but also excited. He’d never been able to choose what to appear as, and this was exciting. “What do you recommend?”

“Well….” Crowley walked around Muriel, contemplating potential styles. “The nice thing about clothing is that you can change it whenever you’d like. You aren’t ever stuck with one look. Many humans even change their appearance every day. Do you mind if I try something? Just an idea, to see how you like it?”

“That would be lovely.”

Crowley had an image in his mind, then performed a minor miracle to bring his vision to reality. “There you go! It’s too bad we don’t have a mirror. I guess we never felt it necessary, but it would be useful in situations like this.” A full-length mirror appeared, leaning against the side of a bookshelf. “Why don’t you take a look?”

Walking in front of the mirror, Muriel’s eyes widened. He had on a grey suit that wasn’t quite fancy yet not casual, with a light colored shirt that reminded him of the color of the sky at sunset. The shirt had a beautiful lace collar, and the top shirt button remaining open. A black pair of shoes adorned his feet. They were the type that don’t have laces and one would just slip on, but remained classically stylish. His hair went down to his jawline on one side, while the other part of their head had hair that was very short. The longer portion hung in waves, and his head was topped with a black pork pie hat with grey accents that matched his suit.

“This is….” Muriel was shocked that the reflection he was seeing was him. “This is perfect!”

“You look fabulous.” Crowley was getting a bit bored of the impromptu fashion lesson, and decided drinks were in order. “Let’s see how well you blend in with the humans. We’ll take a trip to the pub!” He started walking towards the door, and turned back to Muriel. “Are you coming?”

Marveling at the day he’d had, Muriel quickly exited the bookshop with Crowley, and they walked across the street to the neighborhood pub. “What would you like to drink?” Crowley was already at the bar, ready to order whatever it was Muriel wanted.

But Muriel, never previously entering many earthly establishments, and also inexperienced in human food and drink, looked at Crowley blankly. “I…..”

“It’s okay, I’ll order for you!” Crowley turned to the bartender and made his request. Soon enough, the pair walked to an empty table and had a seat, with Crowley setting the various beverages on the table. A bottle of Talisker for himself, a fancy cocktail with an umbrella for Muriel, and a large glass of sherry set off to the side.

After pouring himself a glass, Crowley raised it towards Muriel, who appeared very confused. Motioning towards Muriel’s fancy drink, he put his glass back down on the table and raised it up again, and then exaggeratingly moved his glass forward toward Muriel. Seeming to understand now, Muriel mimicked Crowley’s gesture and their glasses met. “To new beginnings,” Crowley said softly, not really to Muriel, but to a memory of something else.

Muriel observed Crowley’s imbibing, and raised the drink in from of him to his mouth, taking a sip. Not knowing what to expect, Muriel at first concentrated on the experience of liquid in his mouth, at first uncertain of what they thought of it, and then realizing it was enjoyable. Staring at their glass intently, he brought it to his mouth and took a larger drink, smiling softly at the unexpected pleasure of it all.

Crowley observed Muriel’s actions, smiling softly but remembering another time. He emptied his glass and poured another.

“So how was your venture back to the celestial kingdom?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice, confusing Muriel, but the question was understood.

“It was…” Muriel hesitated, unsure of what he was able to say. “It was different.”

“Different?”

“Things have changed. I didn’t realize it at first, but there were new angels with Aziraphale, and they were lovely. It felt…. Different. Happier maybe?” Muriel couldn’t describe the feeling of heaven, the changes he’d felt while he was back. It was indescribable.

Crowley seemed to be waiting for Muriel to expand on his comments, but nothing further was said. “Did you see our favorite bookshop owner during your visit?”

“I did!” A wide smile decorated Muriel’s dace as he thought of the interactions he’d had with Aziraphale. “He even talked to me alone. Me! He’s so kind….” They stopped when Crowley turned his head, looking at full the glass that rested at one side of the table.

Crowley emptied what remained of his glass of whiskey and poured another, then immediately consumed that as well. Refilling the glass once more, he held it, not drinking, but seemed not quite present. Muriel wasn’t sure what to do, so they took another drink of their beverage and marveled at the experience.

They sat in silence for a long while, and Crowley was on his third bottle of Talisker when he finally spoke to Muriel again. “How long will you be assisting me with the bookshop?”

Muriel answered quickly, glad for the break in the quiet. “Oh, it will be at least four or fiver years before….,” he stopped, remembering that he couldn’t divulge any information.

Crowley raised an eyebrow. “Before?”

Looking uncomfortable, Muriel didn’t say anything at first. Then, “Can I get another one of these human drinks?”

“Before?” Asking again, Crowley leaned towards Muriel, intently looking at him. “Before what?”

Muriel was unable to answer and appeared to be absolutely miserable. Knowing this wasn’t the time to push harder, Crowley ordered Muriel another drink and changed the direction of the conversation. “What would you say to venturing out among the humans tomorrow? If you’re to blend in, you’ll need to learn how they behave. I mean, I’ve been here from the start, so I learned as the humans did. But you… you need to immerse yourself in humanity to even begin to figure them out.”

Nodding enthusiastically, Muriel agreed. “That would be lovely! I can blend in and learn all about their ways.” Pondering the prospect, Muriel then asked, “How long do you think it will take to learn all about people?”

After pausing to give the impression of considering the question, the demon responded, “Oh, I don’t know… maybe ten years? It really depends on whether you pick up on some of the nuances of human behavior quickly or not. This lot is not like the lot you’re used to.”

Muriel space went from excitement to confusion to disappointment in quick succession. 10 years was not a long time, yet it was not time that they had. “Will it really take that long?”

Nodding his head, Crowley asked softly, “How long were you hoping it would take?“

“ I didn’t know what to expect,” Muriel considered the question, “possibly a few years?” They needed time that they didn’t have, but couldn’t tell this to Crowley. “ I would really just like to learn as much as I can as quickly as possible.”

Getting tired of being at the pub, Crowley emptied the rest of the bottle and indicated it was time to go. Muriel still had some of their drink in front of them and hesitatingly tried to finish off their glass. They didn’t succeed in completing it the first try, but after four more, the glass was empty.

Just before they left, Crowley reached over for the glass of Sherry and drained it, then set the glass back down on the table. “Well then, let’s go.”

The pair walked back to the bookshop in silence.

#good omens #crowley #muriel #aziraphale #good omens fanfiction #alcohol…. extraordinary amounts of alcohol #appearances

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throwaway-yandere · 4 months

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[referring to that rb post] aside from my 3 main ships i feel like unironically i can get along well with ayato (the normal one, not mister faceless eldritch glitchy entity).

we share the same love for doggos. i know my way in talking and currying favors with older brother-type of character considering i have some irl. we both have a chaotic and sadistic streak. he's a natural leader, while i like to follow instructions. there's a dynamic there i think. not too sure about us getting along romantically though, i feel like we'd work better as partner in crimes lmao

i think i'd get along well with kaveh too. we're both empaths and engineers. translating my skill to genshin world, i'd probably in kshahrewar and so we'd probably be get to know each other from there. i'd probably beat him with a stick when he's being careless with his wellbeing and he'd shake me like maracas when my bad habit of being lulled into unhealthy hyperfixations flares up. we'd adopt all the abandoned stray kittens around sumeru and secretly house them in al haitham's house 👍🏻

on the flip side, i'm horrible at matching up people so i'm sticking by dainsy. #gramps_will_come_home_2024

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫, 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧?

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡— 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐀𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐡. 𝐇𝐦𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬— 𝐈 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬— 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬... "𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬"... 𝐇𝐦𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬... 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲...

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬... 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

#dain-speaks #𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞.

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briarcrawford · 1 year

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Common Problems With Fantasy Antagonists

As a fiction writer, you are allowed to bend reality to your will, but if you want to be realistic a bit, you might realize that many fantasy stories have antagonists that don’t make sense.

1. Killing Everyone

There is an evil crossing the land and killing everyone in the hopes of world-domination. That evil is a type of creature, which is pretty much always male. They are killing all humans they come across to concur the world. No one is safe, not even the children.

Spooky, right? But what about the person in charge of all those creatures? What will he do if he does succeed? Who will make him food? Who will farm the lands? Who will continue trade with other countries?

By killing off all humans, the only option he would have left is to have those creatures he controls do the work, which brings to mind a goblin-like creature carefully baking a four-course meal.

Another popular option is to have all of the attackers be creatures, including their leader. They want to kill and eat all the humans…and what after that? What do they do once all the humans are gone? This is why predators in nature tend to have limits.

For example, a mother wolf typically has 4-6 pups a year, while a mother rabbit has the capability to have 168 babies a year. This is just one of many ways to keep the rabbit population healthy, despite the predator’s hunting them.

To get around this, some writers have the creatures be an invasive species, or have those creatures enslave the humans, or simply say that the creatures are just trying to cut down on the overpopulation of people.

2. Evil Creatures

If you need high population of antagonists for your main characters, and don’t want to have your readers feel uneasy about slaughtering other humans, then writers typically turn to evil creatures.

You are, of course, free to do whatever it is you want in your own fiction, but some readers complain that having every soul of a race of human-like creatures be evil is not only overdone, but can also be taken as racist if you are not careful. As well as that, some writers tend to be too vague with the goals. They have an evil lord, they have evil creatures, but the writers do not explain why the evil creatures bother to follow the orders of the evil lord.

Why should they put any effort into their work if they won’t get any value out of it? Have they been promised something? If not and they just like killing, what is stopping them from disbanding, ignoring the lords orders, and simply going on a killing spree wherever they please?

Even if the evil army is all humans, the fact that they would all be evil and thoughtless is unlikely. In many wars throughout the world, there have been people who try to help their enemy.

3. The Faceless Army

Too often, writers only concern themselves with the heroes of stories, and that makes an entire army of boring look-a-likes and a evil leader who we don’t meet until three books later. No one stands out all that much, so no enemy is more threatening than another.

Putting more thought into the enemies your character will face can make them seem more real, more threatening, and easier to imagine. This is not to say you have to carefully describe every enemy, just that carefully picking a few here and a few there to pause on can really add to the story.

4. No Clear Plan

If you plan on having an evil army that you say is led by a crafty and dangerous foe, prove their intelligence! Show us them:

Scouting

Disrupting or stopping supplies and resources

Spying

Slipping false information

Setting traps

Misleading

Assassinating leaders or people that bring hope

And more! There is more to war than two enemies meeting in a battlefield, and if you are trying to say that the evil person has been planning this attack for years, then he should probably have a better plan then “I am going to send out these creatures to hit things with their weapons.”

5. Kingdom Locations with Unfinished World Building

Writers love to pick lonely dramatic places for their evil characters to live in. Sometimes it is in an eternally icy landscape, sometimes a lava field, sometimes a desert. That is fine, and there is nothing particularly wrong with these locations if you plan for them, but if not, they don’t make all that much sense.

I have read of evil characters living in eternal winter with no trade partners, and yet they are eating grown food. That had to come from somewhere. Did they work out some sort of greenhouse system? Do they have secret trade partners that send them supplies in return for a promise of safety? Is there no life on land, but plenty of fish and sea greens in the sea?

As well as that, what do they heat the castle with? You said there was no life, so certainly not trees. Is it coal? Magic?

Where do they get their clothes? If there is no life at all on land, that means no plants, no prey to eat those plants, and no predators to eat that prey. That means no fiber and no hides to make clothes from.

Where does their money come from? War is incredibly expensive, so how do they make their money? Do they have some sort of resource only available to them? Who dares trade with them?

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That’s it for now! These are just common problems that I come across while reading fantasy, but that does not mean you have to fix them in yours. Fiction does not have to be realistic, so feel free to go with your gut.

#writing #write #writer #fantasy writer #writingtip #fantasywriter #fantasywriting #writingvillains #writing villains #how to write #Characters #Villains

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dandelionette-9 · 1 year

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Ok so update on my Shadow Dragon play-through: That shit is getting put on hold lmao, because instead I’ve started playing Fire Emblem Fates again after seeing a particular someone rant about it, and because I want to try a strategy I’ve always been interesting . . .

That being only using captured units!

Basically for everyone that dosent know fates, you can capture generic enemies during fights and then like, just start using them as regular units. They suck a LOT more than regular units though, so their use is kinda questionable. However, since I love fucking around and finding out, and also imposing personalities on faceless goons, my whole play-through rn is basically dedicated to trying to use my captured units as much as I can with little playable character intervention.

I’m at chapter 14 in Birthright (I’ve been using a lot of scouting missions though sorry) and the current entourage is:

Wenzel, a dark mage - He was the first unit I captured so I kinda think of him as the team leader and strategist for this particular platoon of captured units. He does BIG DAMAGE, and I love him so much for one shotting bitches.

Konrad, a mercenary - Very reliable kinda-tank! I wish he would do a little more, but I’m content with what he’s got going on rn. I imagine he’s like the second in command to Wenzel, very passionate and upfront.

Elmar, a cavalier - He needs to stop getting one stat point a level up or else I will bench his ass. But also he’s a really helpful tank, pairs up very nicely. Quiet type, keeps his head low, but dosent take shit.

Ludwig, an outlaw - I didn’t expect to use him as much as I do, but CRIT KING!!! His accuracy rate is actually dog shit, but it dosent matter when he’s just critting everyone. The wiley one on the team, tries to be a leader like Wenzel but isn’t great at it. A bit of a jokester too.

Hajime, a ninja - The true team mom, I love shurikan support so much we would not be where we are without his debuffs. Also has some crits! He can seem a little serious, but is always down for shenanigans. Like, he’s reserved, but once you know him he’s very friendly. I also imagine he helped built and looks after the one puppet automaton we have at the castle.

Virgil, a cavalier - I didn’t expect to use him, but then some units died, so I brought him out and oh shit he’s great!! Super great tank, him and his guard naginata carry. I imagine he trained (and still trains) under Elmar, still has much to learn but picks up things quickly, a bit of a sensitive soul too.

Tamaki, a samurai - He’s here! He’s honestly just filling ranks, but he’s been kinda a surprise assassin and crit machine, secured some important kills! I’m still figuring out his personality, but I just think he’s pretty enthusiastic! I imagine he has a bit of rivalry with Konrad as sword users, and that him, Ludwig, Hajime, and Virgil form a friend group of younger recruits together!

Komachi, a shrine maiden - Captured in chapter 11, she’s immediately made herself invaluable by being the first generic staff user I’ve had. It feels so nice being able to have everyone at full hp all the time now. She’s very brave and sociable, I imagine she helps tend to the puppet with Hajime. Just super reliable, gets along with the ‘older’ squad (Wenzel, Konrad, Elmar) but primarily hangs out with the younger squad

Yukari, a shrine maiden - Also captured in chapter 11, I was originally only gonna use one shrine maiden and just captured both to see who had the cooler name, but then some units died so she’s here too! I imagine she’s Komachi’s younger sister, and while they do get along, she has that angry younger sister energy about her. On the quieter/gruff side, actually a little artistic, but when you get her going she absolutely goes! Also hangs out with the younger squad when not by herself, and is currently learning under Wenzel.

Edsel, a wyvern rider - Was literary just picked up because chapter 13 is absolute bitch without a flier. He’s already made an impression though! Very brash and good natured, charges right into things and hopes for the best! I’m hoping he sticks around

And that’s the current team, however there have been… casualties.

Fritz, a wyvern rider - the second unit ever captured, he died in a training mission literally right after I recruited Tamaki. I imagine he was a quiet type, and had a very strong bond with Wenzel, Konrad, Virgil and…

Kenshi, a ninja - Died in chapter 11, bitch ass map, because of a wyvern lord. I imagine he was a very accomplished ninja and was training Hajime. He was falling off, but still, he was so helpful for my first ninja

And then there’s Jinpei (samurai) and Sven (wyvern rider) who both died like. Immediately. Jinpei died the second I tried using him, while Sven got to warm the bench before I tried using him when I realized chapter 13 would be impossible without a flier, but then he died, so I got Edsel. It’s ok, I decided to give the personality of a traitor anyway?

But yeah, that’s the run and units so far!!! Love these fuckers

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Just finished burning through most of the content and some post game content for Scarlet, and Id rate it a fun 7/10. Personally speaking this might be my favorite Pokemon game now, but the sheer amount of graphical and technical problems the game has are unacceptable. If I knew what I was getting from the game before buying I would gladly have waited a couple more years worth of game development to make it a solid 9/10.

Pros:

-Open world setting is good, hunting down pokemon directly rather than tromping through tall grass is far more engaging and way less tedious

-Picnics offer accessibility when it comes to healing and sandwiches which, with the right ingredients, provide boosts to various aspects of the game such as shiny hunting, item farming, and exp boosts.

-Writing is far better compared to most pokemon games, with characters feeling far less one dimensional compared to most games

-The branching quests are neat, and dont overstay their welcome. Gym leaders, however, could've used more screentime.

-Music is solid and varied, with each major zone having its own unique battle tracks accompanying them

-Stores across the region literally sell various items that were otherwise restricted to being found in the wild or confined to battle towers, allowing for the most all around customization that has ever been possible in the series.

-Fun clothing options, however they do lean heavily into the school uniform route this time around so you only have four options for your shirts and pants.

-Terastrallizing provides a whole new aspect to combat other than simply overpowering your pokemon, allowing players to compensate for type weaknesses by forcing their pokemon to become a single type regardless.

-The additional currency of the game, League Points, acts as a nice secondary option that accumulates from doing things like raid battles. LP is especially important since its very easy to completely pass by trainers, and I found myself using both for purchases throughout the game.

-The exclusive variations that come with Scarlet and Violet's theme of past and future are neat ways of exploring different takes on pokemon. While some may not be to everyone's personal tastes, I found Scarlets to be very appealing.

-New region based pokemon are right up my alley, and unlike Sword I felt no urge to simply fill my party with old faithfuls. If the designs are going to continue becoming more creative like these, Im all for it.

-Character designs are S+, and are both charming and unique.

Cons

-Game Freak's habit of yearly launches is really starting to take its toll. If you thought Sword and Shield were bad, the open world environment of Scarlet and Violent goes the extra mile down the hole. There is no such thing as 30 fps in the game, let alone consistent 30. If your camera isn't as zoomed in as close as possible you will get a front row seat to the switch having the life squeezed out of it from all the processing power needed to stop it from simply exploding into nintendo shrapnel. This is is especially intolerable, having experience with both BOTW and Xenoblade Chronicles 3, as other open world games on the switch have far less issue while providing extensive detail to the game.

-You will always witness the game rendering the environment around you when you move, its like watching Minecraft rev up when you enter a world except its a continuous affliction that you have no choice but to deal with.

-Players will notice a literal "rendering aura" around their character when interacting with people and pokemon. Upon entering battle with wildlife, you get to watch the low polygon creatures reobtain their lost forms, but if things around you are not within battling distance, they retain their low render curse. Gym battles are notorious for this, with cheering onlookers looking like faceless hollow vessels if theyre not near the center edge of the arena by the camera.

-To noones surprise, the game is also a buggy hellscape, and while I managed to only get stuck about three times, and just a single crash, I did get a particularly unique bug. For a major portion of the game a Mareep would show up in cutscenes and even raid battles. The poor thing would not move, clearly catatonic from suffering the technological nightmare that is its very existence, and would simply stand there. Very funny, but also cannot be condoned.

-The Elite Four of the game is by far the most disappointing and underwhelming event I've ever played in the series. After an interview, you are basically placed in an empty fight cell that looks like it was completely overlooked by the developers, with a few spotlights looking down at a floor encompassed by walls and ceilings that were just square panels. The Elite Four then proceed to walk into the room, fight you, and then call the next member into the same room to continue the unholy cycle, all while accompanied by the most unimpressive 10 second looping battle music ive ever heard. There are no changes to the room during the process of the fight, not even when the Elite Four terastallize their pokemon. You then go to the roof to fight the Champion, who proceeds to have her own personalized boring music loop. I honestly thought it was a bit, that there was gonna be some big twist after what was basically five monotonous fights. Its not, you were shoved into a box to chug through five fights without any amount of serious production value.

Neutral

-Tera raids are on the same field as the gigantamax fights, neat at first but pretty meh as you play them repeatedly.

-A major plot point remains covered, and I really hope that its dealt with in later updates and not dlc.

-Post game is standard grinding, harder difficulty tera battles are available, alongside the "fight four random characters from the cast of trainers" that came with Sword and Shield. If thats your thing, good for you, especially since its way more accessible now.

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In exchange for good writing, characters, open world, music, and accessibility options, we must bear witness to Game Freak vomiting out what deserves to be a stable and attractive game. One can only hope that some manner of miracle causes those at the top to reconsider their yearly release calendar.

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DEATH & DYING: Mandalorian Funerary Practices, Burial, Remembrance & Grieving

"Mando'ade usually bury in mass graves anyway. We all become part of the manda. We don't need a headstone." / "Collective consciousness. Oversoul. We don't do heaven." ―Mirta Gev

In ancient Mandalorian religion: “Arasuum is the god of decadence and idle consumption, battled in the creation myth in the War of Life and Death by Kad Ha’rangir, the destroyer god of change and growth, a force of creative destruction. If to live is to adapt, then something that remains forever, eternal, must be constantly adapting, never stagnating. To remain the same is to perish.”

Metaphysical Understanding of Life & Afterlife

Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la: “Not gone, merely marching far away.” - (Tribute to a dead comrade.)

This struggle between idleness and change was reflected in the ancient Mandalorian belief in the afterlife: existing as a plane of spiritual energy in constant conflict between stagnation and growth, every Mandalorian who perished was believed to join the army of the afterlife, defending their families that dwelled in the eternal, peaceful homestead. Mandalorians believed that this home beyond death was the only place they could truly reach a non-transitory existence.

The ancient gods were largely forgotten in contemporary times.

The concept of a literal afterlife waned, in favor of a belief in the Manda. The Manda was described as an oversoul, a collective consciousness, and the very essence of being Mandalorian.

To join with the Manda after death, a Mandalorian was required to be knowledgeable of their culture, and practice its tenets in their daily lives.

Practices: Funeral rites, Burial, & Cremation

Cremation:

The Mandalorian "kote kyr'am" or glory death was an event where Mandalorians honor their fallen warriors who died facing Jedi, or impossible odds.

This was done to ensure that their warrior’s spirit may join their ancestors. The body was burned on an elevated pyre.

Clan members would shout war-cries to the sky, and speak loudly of the dead’s great feats in life. This goodbye ceremony was a night of mournful celebration; drunken feasting, and brawling, was common. Telling stories about the deceased’s life was important.

It doesn’t matter what side a Mandalorian was fighting on, friend or foe; if one died in battle, they were due a warrior’s funeral.

Ashes are scattered & not kept.

Burial:

Mandalorians are pragmatic people. On Mandalore, most Mandalorians were buried as simply as possible within mass graves that had no markers.

Private, single-plot burials for the dead are uncommon.

Exceptions and Outliers:

Among nomadic communities of Mandalorians, those currently fighting a war, or those who live on planets unsuitable to the practice of mass burial, cremation may be the accepted burial method even if one did not die in battle. Sustaining a cemetery and transporting corpses en masse can present a great challenge.

Some highly placed individuals, such as Mand'alor, were offered the option of having a marked grave.

Boba Fett wished to just set the Slave I on autopilot and allow the vessel, carrying his body, to drift in space. After removing his father's remains from Geonosis, Boba Fett buried them on Mandalore.

A notable exception: “The helmet [of Fenn Shysa] was all he’d brought back. It was an apt memorial for a populist leader, to be commemorated in the same way as any ordinary Mandalorian.” - His helmet was displayed on a pedestal.

Philosophical Understanding of Death, Grieving & Remembrance

Philosophy:

Death is another step in the process of life. For those left behind, it offers the chance for change, growth, and adaptation to life without your loved one. For the dead, it is but another step in the path.

Remembrance:

"The armor I wear is five hundred years old. I reforged it to my liking, but the battles, the history, the blood all lives within it. And the same goes for every Mandalorian." "This armor is part of our identity. It makes us Mandalorians who we are." ―Sabine and Alrich Wren

The dead’s possessions, often their armor, are kept in memorial. If a full set of armor couldn't be recovered, it was commonplace to retrieve smaller parts such as helmets, gloves, or plates instead.

Beskar’gam is passed down bilineally. (A bilineal system is one in which two lines of descent, matrilineal and patrilineal, are both socially significant.)

Possessions have value. Jedi may value the metaphysical qualities of the universe, but Mandalorians see the physical as significant. The armor is a part of you. To pass down a part of you is a way to live on forever.

Even if the Beskar itself is melted down and reforged, the metal itself does not lose the power of its inheritance.

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. “I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.” [Followed by repetition of loved ones' names.]

It was a Mandalorian custom to recite the names of loved ones and friends who have passed each night before sleep. This was a means of keeping their memory alive.

The uncertainty of life meant that most Mandalorians celebrated the time they had at every opportunity, taking part in communal singing, drinking, and enjoying time with family.

The concept of aay'han was a Mandalorian term that encompassed the joy of time spent with loved ones while remembering those who were no longer among the living, relatively similar to the Basic term "bittersweet".

Headcanons & Conclusions

Death is not demeaning - is not shameful.

Despair is something one must look in the eye.

In death, you become one with the masses. Whether cremated or buried in a mass plot, you become nameless, faceless. You don’t get a “Here lies...a good mother and friend..”. This is part of the point.

By giving descendants your Beskar, you will be remembered as a protector. They will be safe, thanks partially to you. This is enough.

The meaning of life is that it ends. Death is a creative motivator. What better way to avoid stagnation than to live while you can?

The living may get a tattoo or engrave a symbol on their Beskar that was important to the deceased, to remember them by.

The Mass Graves might be something more akin to an underground catacomb, so more can be added over time.

Children are buried with the same gravity and respect as Mand’alors and war heroes.

Death is known. It is respected and known as an arduous mental, physical, and emotional process, both for those who succumb to it and those left to remember. Among Mandalorians-- to whom arasuum, the act of never adapting, is a sort of spiritual death-- physical death is not the end, only another part of growing and changing.

- Any Mandalorian would be perfectly willing to ask, and be asked, what their own wishes for death are. Depending on their clan, home planet (or lack of) and condition of their life, they may prefer a certain type of burial or have specific requests. It’s not embarrassing or scary.

- Mandalorians do not swaddle the grieving in their sadness. They are allowed to feel it powerfully, vividly, but they are also given tasks-- expectations -- rituals and practices to follow, so they might find a sense of purpose in death.

- They do not believe in the practice of beautifying a body for viewing. The mere idea of modern American standards of burial being applied to Mandalorian corpses would most likely be seen as deeply sacrilegious! Using embalming methods and protective caskets would be seen as a futile attempt to ignore the reality- it would be seen as an act of avoidance.

- Mandalorian clans often gather around the dead to wash, dress, and speak to them before they are taken away to be buried or cremated. This process can take anywhere from hours to weeks. (Corpses are not an inherent health threat. They would know this.) Spending time with the body is powerful and helps to process grief. They do not see the body as a cursed, diseased object, but a vessel that once held their loved one.

People spend time with their mothers, their brothers in war, their children. One might spend time brushing the deceased’s hair, telling them stories.

Sociologically, Mandalorians are staunch believers in the idea that it takes a village to raise a child. They take it quite literally. A neighbor, clan member or acquaintances death may be taken just as seriously as the loss of a very close loved one.

On the war-torn planet of Mandalore, where even before the purges the unwelcoming, life-resistant desert overtook the landscape, the only places with much lush greenery are the areas that are fertilized by the mass graves of Mandalorian people. These places are regarded with gratitude and to damage them or wage fights in them is seen as an unforgivable act. Death can be restorative.

(anything above headcanons & conclusions is canon, all below is my own interpretation)

material i reference here:

Legacy of the Force: Sacrifice

Legacy of the Force: Revelation

Star Wars: The Old Republic: Knights of the Fallen Empire

General EU/SW Legends

Wookiepedia

Caitlin Doughty, From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death

Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes & Other Lessons from the Crematory

#death tw #dying tw #funeral tw #burial tw #cremation tw #hi.#sw meta #mandalorians #the mandalorian #mandalorian culture #i want to be clear i just love this topic!!!!#i did NOT glean any of this information from any other existing cultures #i'd like to note however that the funeral pyre - which i picked up straight from #existing mando lore -- derives from viking..roman...hindu..and sikh burial practices #also among jains and buddhists.#anything above the headcanons and conclusions comes straight from canon #but id be happy to edit if theres something harmful either in my interpretation #or in canon notes that would be better left unmentioned altered or rephrased #this is mostly just me going wild about my interest in star wars + mandos + death LOL #but yes. enjoy. thank you #babygirl i will subject you to my interests #watch this get 3 notes like queen your interests are scaring the hoes

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levitatingbiscuits · 4 years

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For the made up fic title thing: there isn’t a flag I haven’t waved

Oooooooo I like this one!! Mercenary AU for sure.

Obi-Wan's not exactly Fallen but he struggles with the Dark a LOT after Qui-Gon never comes back to Melida/Daan. He's unable to reach the council to request mediation (for whatever reason, tho I am pro-Council so I'm gonna assume it's either Dooku or Qui-Gon being a bastard), and after Cerasi's death the Young get wiped out and war consumes the planet yet again.

Obi-Wan and a few survivors manage to escape, tho any older kids who managed to survive blame him for not doing enough and the group eventually splinters, with Obi-Wan taking care of the youngest children alone in the galaxy at age 13. Obi-Wan keeps them all alive and healthy but at great cost to himself, and eventually starts killing people for money because he doesn't have any other marketable skills (besides the Force, which would only get him enslaved).

The kids are all fiercely loyal to him and eventually insist on helping him once they grow old enough. They're all veterans of Melida/Daan despite Obi-Wan's efforts to shelter them and so they're excellent guerrilla fighters, with Obi-Wan as their leader and strategist.

They have a reputation for being brutal, tight lipped, and effective, but they REALLY rocket into infamy when they run afoul of the Bando Gora and dismantle them from the inside, posing as slaves to do it because no one expects a bunch of teenage mercenaries. (They wear masks when they're not on the job so most people assume they're older than they actually are.)

Obi-Wan kills Komari Vosa himself and takes her lightsabers. Jango is PISSED someone stole his bounty. (And feeling some type of way about this mercenary band with morals, like the True Mandalorians, with a leader who's so young but sometimes acts so much like Jaster.) Dooku is searching frantically for this mysterious mercenary who he wants to be the template for his clone army. The Jedi are on the hunt for this possible Sith who's going around taking down gangs, crime syndicates, and various extremist splinter groups with twin red sabers.

Obi-Wan is in his 20s, in charge of a large group of violent and unruly teenagers because he keeps accidentally adopting more and more, and trying his best. Anakin Skywalker grows up hearing stories about the Faceless, who always make sure to free the slaves of their targets and sometimes even take them in to train as warriors. And if he sometimes wishes he could have joined them instead of the Jedi, well. They're probably just legends. It's not like he's ever gonna MEET them, nor their mysterious leader with hair as red as his blades.

#star wars #fic idea #mercenary AU #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #dooku #melida/daan #komari vosa #anakin skywalker

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.7k

tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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lights-up-divine · 3 years

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The Induction Ceremony

Yeah, I know I haven't posted in a while, but I'm back. I've just been really drained and busy I guess. I'm back though, so expect more I guess. I've always wanted to participate in FFF but haven't had the energy. This week it finally worked out. (*＾ڡ＾*)

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A rural ritual of an ancient cult. It is not guaranteed that Aubree will survive, but she doesn't have much to live for, anyway.

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NEW BLOOD! FRESH BLOOD! NEW BLOOD! FRESH BLOOD

If Aubree survived her induction, it would forever change her life. She could say goodbye to the fear of change, the fear of loss, the fear of death. She would be an immortal being, powerful, ageless, free.

Aubree tried to glide across the dark parking lot, but her pounding heartbeat tripped her up and made her stumble. It wasn’t like she had been waiting for the induction her entire life, but somehow it felt like she was walking into the rest of her life. Aubree knew who the chanters were under their hoodies and masks. She could point to her friends, her teachers, her neighbors. But under the black light bulbs that had been screwed into the lampposts, they all seemed to blend into a single faceless mask. They ringed the sides of the line that Aubree walked down, their yells were screams and growls. Under their masks Aubree knew that they were the people that she knew very well, but she couldn’t help but imagine twisting faces of agony and rage under the shadows.

NEW BLOOD! FRESH BLOOD! NEW BLOOD! FRESH BLOOD!

Once she got across the asphalt Aubree climbed onto the hood of a car. For such an eternal and serious organization, their induction rituals were strange and haphazard. Aubree had been told that because they lived in the middle of nowhere, they had to do with what they could get. But even if the nighttime parking lot and altar on the hood of a car were goofy, Aubree knew the bones of the induction were the same. The leader, dressed in a college’s letterman jacket and jackal mask, raised a knife over Aubree.

RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD!

The leader joined in the chant, Aubree could see the black light glint across the ceremonial knife. Twisted black iron and a rotted wood hilt. It was said to be older than the fields, older than the mountains, older than the organization itself. Without another world the leader brought it down into Aubree’s flesh. One cut, and then another, and then another. Four cuts in total, in the shape of a diamond. Even in such an animalistic group Aubree had chosen something simple, and maybe a bit elegant. Blood started seeping up from her chest. Her heart had been punctured but blood wasn’t gushing out. Instead it was seeping out of the razor-sharp cuts and leaking out of her open mouth as she sputtered.

RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD! RED BLOOD!

The chanting only kept up as the other’s swarmed her. Her blood was consumed as fast as it could get out of her. People she knew removing their masks to dig at the wounds on her chest would have been uncomfortable if Aubree had been able to feel anything. Instead all sensation faded from her body as her blood was drained. Some type of anticlotting measure was inherit to the knife. The blood just kept coming. There was nothing to stop it.

The last thing Aubree felt before losing consciousness was someone licking the blood from her mouth. She wondered if she would be turned. She wondered if she would be able to lose her inhibitions like the others were. If she was going to live a new life, she didn’t want to end up as an outcast again…

BLOOD RISEN! BLOOD RISEN! BLOOD RISEN! BLOOD RISEN!

Aubree didn’t know why they were chanting, she was still lying down on the top of the car. She still felt cold, she still felt drained. But she was able to open her eyes and when she did she felt strangely hollow. Aubree wondered if she was dead. She wondered if being dead felt like being hollow.

BLOOD RISEN! BLOOD RISEN! BLOOD RISEN! BLOOD RISEN!

“Rise and be reborn, Aubree,” the leader’s voice didn’t sound strained or sad. Aubree guessed that she wasn’t dead, she didn’t want to believe that no one would grieve for her.

Aubree rose and swung herself off of the car. The pavement cracked slightly beneath her feet. The chanting rose to a howl-like swell and this time Aubree joined them.

NEW BLOOD! BLOOD RISEN! NEW BLOOD! BLOOD RISEN

#wip #writers on tumblr #flash fiction #short fiction #writers #writing #original characters #original fiction #halloween #vampire #original writing #amwriting #original #words #fantasy

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