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ozzgin · 2 months

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Is it just me or can I imagine a yandere with a darling who’s immune system and possibly everything about them just screams weak and pathetic, BUT their darling is actually very strong mentally and has and will create the most fucked up, batshit crazy inventions from what used to be harmless to something that can help them escape and possibly destroy everything in its path.

But at the end of the day, they become sleepy koalas who hug whoever is near them and fall asleep :)

This could be a request or rant, whatever you can think of! I just wanted to see how different yandere writers would interpret this small imagination of mine <3

But as always, stay safe and take care! everyone needs a break some time to time~

Sorry, but the moment I read the Darling's description, I instantly thought of Dr. Finkelstein from Nightmare Before Christmas. You know, Sally's inventor. 😭 So let me quickly write this down while I'm in my Shelley vibes, because I like the idea a lot. With a little twist, if you don't mind. :)

Yandere! Monster x Inventor! Reader

A frail inventor, and their affectionate rag doll that has been carefully stitched together for the purpose of a caregiver. An artificial existence, trapped within the confines of your lonely tower. Or so you might think.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, obsessive behavior

"I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel..." [Frankenstein]

You dangle an old, rusty bell for a good minute before leaning back in your chair. The barely audible chimes are quickly swallowed by the loud, mechanical groans of the gears and engines occupying most of this room. No matter, his ears are good. You picked them yourself. And surely enough, within moments, the door to your laboratory opens and someone cautiously walks in.

A tall, slender man. Or rather, something meant to resemble a man. The skin is a clumsy patchwork of blues and grays - you're no talented seamster, sadly - gathering together the body parts in what feels like a parodic attempt at mimicking God and his image. You gaze at the creature approaching you with a tray of tea and sweets. Scarcely your best work, if you must adhere to honesty. Regardless of the quality of your labor at the time of creation, you are proud of the result. How could you not be? You know this man better than you know yourself. Every organ, every artificial nerve cord, every blemish and stitch of his body was placed according to your intentions. A masterfully detailed project that took you years to complete; not an easy feat considering the lamentable state of your health.

"Here's your deadly nightshade tea." The man places a small, porcelain cup on the desk. "Do let me know when I should take you to bed, (Y/N)." You wave your hand dismissively and stretch out your limbs. "Not yet. I am almost finished", you respond, returning to the mound of metal scraps and pipes before you. "Can I ask what you're making?" The pale creature lowers himself to your level, a curious smile plastered on his face. "It's a mechanical heart", you reveal boastfully. "Like the one I have?" You run your hand through the creature's hair affectionately. "Almost. I'm testing out a different way to build the valves, for a more efficient pumping cycle." You continue to explain the intricacies of your novel mechanism, occasionally sipping on your tea. "Who knows, you might have a sibling in the near future."

The man's smile drops in an instant, and his sunken eyes widen at your statement. "What? Am I- am I not enough?" You glance at the creature as he becomes increasingly frantic. "Don't speak nonsense. If it comes out alright, I'll upgrade your own parts as well. I'm a disciple of scientific virtue, of continuous improvement." Nonsense? Vile treachery! You might've chiseled the brain that throbs within the walls of his skull, but his mind is his alone, and you seem to lack a fundamental understanding of his feelings and thoughts. His ardent confessions of love are met with mockingly pitiful grins, in the way a parent soothes a needy child. Even now, your eyes reflect nothing more than sympathy towards his protest. A childish tantrum is what you're most likely thinking. You've no time for emotional bagatelles. He can read you like an open book.

You simply won't understand. There is no place for a stranger in the life he's crafted with his very own hands: you, and him, and the evening tea with a side of butterscotch biscuits, and the bedtime talks, and the stripped branches of the decaying tree that rap at the windows on stormy nights. You might be the Inventor, but he is not just a mere, humble servant, a rag doll to be tossed around or toyed with. As you will soon discover, after all.

You awaken in the midst of night with your temples burning from a much too familiar headache. Although it's not just the pain that has disturbed your slumber. You can hear rattles and thuds coming from the upstairs laboratory. An intruder? Oh, your creations! The sound of glass breaking and metal scraping sends you into spiraling despair. You fumble to reach the nightstand, patting the surface in search for the bell and keys. You shake the handle in a panic, unable to find anything else in the darkness.

The chaotic rustle abruptly stops, followed by descending footsteps. You hold your breath as the chamber door opens, but it's none other than your creature. "Another flare-up? Shall I bring you some medicine?" the man asks with monotonous courtesy. "What have you been doing? What's all that noise?" you demand, agitated, but upon lifting yourself off the mattress you discover your legs are numb and uncooperative. The man hurries to your bed with a worried frown, and you hear the familiar clatter of the keychain coming from one of his pockets. "Have you taken my keys? Cease this foolishness at once!" Indifferent to your reproach, he places a firm hold on your shoulders and forces you back down, tucking you in effortlessly.

"You must forgive my impertinence." he says in a pleading tone. "I do not wish to impede the works of your genius. As your partner, however, it is my duty to prevent you from making mistakes." You furrow your eyebrows at his words. "What mistakes? My invention was flawless!", you argue fervently. "Indeed it was, but not its purpose. What need have you for another being?" It is the creature's turn for a passionate speech. He stands up with a confidence you don't recognize and continues: "You should know by now that I am fit to perform any role. That of your servant, your caregiver, your lover, or anything else you may desire. You can resume your tinkering starting tomorrow, but such blasphemies to our bond as the one today will not be tolerated." He straightens his vest and reaches for the door handle. "I will prepare some tea to help you rest."

Inconceivable. Your own creation, built with your own hands...Has something escaped your attention? His dialogue is deranged, tainted by madness. "Have I done something wrong?" you mumble to yourself, deep in contemplation. "Nonsense." the creature turns to face you briefly. "It was you who created me after all. Everything is perfectly splendid."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x human #monster x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere creation

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blackjackkent · 8 days

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So. Rakha's pretty shaken by her trip down memory lane via noblestalk.

They really need to head down to the beach and across the lake to start hunting down Nere and the path to Moonrise, but I think after the noblestalk they end up just making camp where the bibberbangs used to be because it's clear Rakha isn't going to be up to anything for the rest of the day.

It takes her a long time to go to sleep; she spends several hours pacing the edge of the camp like a frightened animal and staring out into the darkness. She can feel the very slight staticky buzz of the sussur tree not too far off. Her head spins with the half-articulated memories left over from the mushroom trip.

She's relieved when Wyll comes to find her, even though she doesn't want to admit it. She's been avoiding him since Ethel's betrayal, feeling afraid of what that brief foray into trust cost her. But when he steps into her path, intercepting her frantic pacing... she does feel something ease a little in her chest.

"Hey," he says softly.

She doesn't answer. But she does stop pacing, and sits down abruptly near him. It's a tacit invitation; slowly he sits down at her side, not touching her, but watching her profile in the half-light.

"Are you all right?" he asks.

She shakes her head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Another shake of the head.

"All right." They sit in silence.

She lifts her hands after a moment and conjures a line of dancing lights over her palm. They spin in a lazy circle, casting weird shadows along the walls of the cavern.

"That tree..." she mutters. "I keep wondering if it will disappear again."

He nods. "It did feel odd, didn't it? It was the flowers, I think, so as long as we stay clear of those, it'll be all right." A pause. "Truth be told, I didn't mind it. A few moments with Mizora disconnected... but it's different for you."

"It felt like my heart was torn out," she says flatly.

He offers a slight, almost shy smile. "Well. We can't have that," he murmurs.

She flicks her eyes sideways to him, and then away again. It's dissonant, strange, the way she wants to smile in answer to him while all these terrible memories run through her mind. "I cut someone open," she says abruptly.

He looks startled. "What?"

"In the-- I remembered--" The words won't come out in coherent order. She tries again. "The mushroom... I remembered a..." She has to think for a moment to come up with the word. "Laboratory. I think. Walls full of jars. Of brains. Livers. Hearts. There was a man on a table. Alive. I cut him open. I enjoyed it."

She draws a sharp breath and squeezes her eyes closed as the beast urge in her head growls eagerly at the memory of the blood, of the flesh sliced open under the scalpel.

"Hell's great fires..." Wyll mutters. His eyes narrow tightly in concern. She half expects him to turn away, repelled by the scene she describes. But he looks at her steadily. "Something you remembered from before the Nautiloid?"

"I think so."

He frowns. "You walked a dark path," he says quietly. "That much is obvious."

She scowls at the ground. "You said once that I carry my own light."

"And I still believe it."

"Why?"

"You tell me." He smiles faintly. "What are you thinking about that memory?"

A long, long pause. "I have learned," she says slowly, "from you. From Lae'zel. From Halsin and Karlach. Purpose in killing. The cruelty... is the beast. Not me. It was stronger then, I think."

He nods. "That is what I mean," he says gently. "The light - I see you trying, learning, holding yourself back. Not everyone would be strong enough." He gives a low, rueful chuckle. "Gods know I can tell it isn't easy. But it's the things we do that aren't easy that mean the most."

She swallows, feeling a sudden tightness in her throat. "I wish you did not comfort me," she mutters. "It would be... simpler."

She sees his eyes brighten just a little at the words. "Well, then," he says. "Long live the complicated."

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #durgewyll #durge x wyll #it annoys me that you can't talk about the memory with the companions in camp afterwards #so i will write my own XD #it's interesting trying to rationalize why wyll isn't just heading for the hills with how completely bonkers rakha is at times #but i like the idea that he can see that she is trying and learning bit by bit #and that there's strength in her that she doesn't see herself yet

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genopaint · 3 months

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Week 6 of the Daily Dragon Challenge! This is my last week before I start moving, which will likely be a HUGE strain on my time. So hopefully I can keep it up? We'll see?

As always you can follow me on twitter where they’re posted daily

And read more info on each of them below the cut

Daily Dragon #35 - Ghouldrogon

When the knights finally played the dragon tormenting the village... Something went horribly wrong. It didn't decay right. It lingers in the mountain. And it's corrupted soul haunts the lair forever. They have creepy undead magic, spewing foul smelling paranormal green flames. If you somehow successfully steal something from their horde, it's gonna be horribly cursed.

This is a redesign of a 2012 skeleton! Was looking for an old dragon to redraw and settled on this dude! But it's REALLY been changed up I guess. It's barely the same thing anymore lol but I think the new one's way cooler!

Daily Dragon #36 - Floofizard

These more rodent-like dragons are typically found near park trails and in cities with trees to hide in. They love to collect nuts and fruits, but aren't afraid to get close to humans and snatch scraps when the chance comes up. They're fast runners too, so good luck catching them if they snatch a snack out of your bag. You don't commonly see them as pets, but some people love them because of how soft and fluffy they are!

Daily Dragon #37 - Orbodon

Not exactly "man's best friend" as they can be very mischievous! Causing small problems like stealing food, knocking things over, and other trouble, then rolling away before they can be caught and get a little water spritzed in their face.

Had a plan for a big dragon today but ended up feeling a little tired when I sat down to draw tonight so I went with something simple. My brain kept telling me "do a circle one... just make it a circle" and I gave in and now we have the second dog dragon of the challenge lol

Daily Dragon #38 - Dragostein

Dragons slain across the land suddenly go missing, remains of the beast go unaccounted for... Suddenly, a new dragon appears in a long abandoned laboratory. It can't move well, but it doesn't feel pain, is physically power, and has electric powers!

This is the dragon I wanted to draw yesterday! Based on "Dragonstien" that I got from the infinite craft game. For some reason I thought it was so funny, I just had to draw it

Daily Dragon #39 - Rammosaur

A highly aggressive dragon that loves hitting and smashing things with its horns! They can even use those huge horns to shovel dirt and rocks out of their path and territories high up on the mountains! Very versatile creatures!

This creature is a redraw of this weird fella from roughly 2019 I think? Was looking for some random dragons I did in the past and found this thing. It was called the "Rammasaur" but it doesn't really look like a dino? So I wanted to redo it lol

Daily Dragon #40 - Arachnosaur

A strange hybrid of reptile and arachnid! 8 limbs, 7 eyes, Scorpion tail, powerful jaws, and lethal venom make this dragon a feared beast inside most caves. It can also spit webs from its mouth!

Daily Dragon #41 - Magma Dragoon

And of course, this is today's dragon! I actually wanted to draw a nice and simple dragon, but hated how they all came out. So of course the obvious solution was to swap to something complicated!

#dragon #dragons #character design #creature design #monster design #megaman #megaman x #magma dragoon #oc #my stuff

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sombersummerskies · 11 days

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A Champion's Love: Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Skull Lake

Word Count: 4678

CW: None

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A mechanical hum was ever-present within the walls of the Akkala Ancient Tech Lab, and its source could be attributed to the robot in the center of the room. Affectionately named ‘Cherry’ by the resident scientist Robbie, the bright blue eyes of the machine bore into your soul as you walked into the laboratory. As if taunting you, the robot made a series of chirps and whirring sounds once you and your companions shut the door.

“Ah, Champion!” Robbie greeted you from the other side of the room, “come in, come in!”

You offer a smile toward the eccentric and nod your head toward his wife Jerrin as well. The older woman gave you a small grin before returning to the books she was organizing on the shelf. While Tauro remained beside you, Calip quickly walked ahead of you to marvel at the Sheikah machinery in the center of the room.

“How marvelous!” Dr. Calip beamed, the most excited you had ever seen him, “such intricate design, what is the purpose of this machine?”

Robbie seemed eager to boast about his beloved project, “ah, this is my precious Cherry, it is an ancient oven! The machine takes ancient parts, and rupees, and crafts them into useful weaponry and tools!”

The two men proceeded to go back and forth, giddily discussing the mechanics and functionality of the machine. Your ears perked up at the sound of a deep, sad sigh. Turning to your left you see Jerrin with a frown on her face, staring at dejectedly at the bookshelf. Slowly you tip-toe over to her side, gently clearing your throat as you lean against the wall.

“You alright?” you ask her.

She shakes her head, strands of blonde hair falling loose from her bun, “... sometimes I feel like he cares more about that machine than he does for me.”

‘Awkward,’ you think to yourself, swallowing nervously. You hadn’t intended to get caught up in marital troubles today. “Umm,” you reply, “well, we came here to ask Robbie about undocumented shrines, but… he seems occupied now.”

You mentally curse Calip for putting you in this situation.

Jerrin, however, seems to perk up at this, “oh? Shrines? You’re in luck then. I’m an amateur scholar of ancient history, but I’ve been focusing a lot of my research on shrines. Of course, they will all be getting dismantled soon…” She trails off, seeming disheartened about it, before quickly continuing, “oh, but that reminds me! If you’re looking for shrines, there’s somewhere you need to go. The left eye of Skull Lake!”

“A lake with an eye?” Tauro pipes up, having moved to stand behind you as you spoke with the fellow Hylian.

She nods, “I know it sounds weird, but when you see the lake for yourself you’ll understand. The lake has two ‘eyes’, so to speak. It’s a challenge to get to it, though… the left eye of the lake is very high, near impossible for the average climber to reach the top of. You’d have to have a supernatural amount of stamina, or have some kind of technology to reach it.”

You turn and look up at Tauro, folding your arms, “well, it’s the best lead we’ve gotten so far. After we stock up on supplies at the stable we can check it out and then make a plan for reaching the labyrinth after?”

He grins, giving you a cheeky thumbs up, “sounds like a plan to me. Want me to grab Calip?”

You lean to the side, peering around the taller man. Behind him, you see Robbie and Calip, still chatting one another’s ears off about Sheikah technology.

“Yes, please,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes at them.

The three of you make your way outside once Tauro has managed to pull the other Hylian man away, much to the doctor’s disappointment. As you walk down the path away from the laboratory Calip huffs, his cheeks red with embarrassment as Tauro pats him on the back playfully.

Once you return to the nearby stable you exchange rupees with the stablehands for a new batch of supplies. Your canteens are filled with water, you replenish your rations of food, and you exchange dirty linens and blankets for fresh ones. You even pay to have the staff give the three horses a cleaning to ensure they feel refreshed as you continue to travel.

As you speak with the stable owner, Rudi, you’re kneeling to give the stable’s shepherd dog a hearty amount of pets.

“Skull Lake?” he repeats once you’ve told him about your plans, “mighty ominous place, you sure it’s safe to go there?”

You shrug your shoulders as you scratch behind the dog’s ears, “I haven’t heard anything dangerous about it. Why, is there something we should know?”

Rudi glances side-to-side before leaning over the counter, as if he’s about to share a secret, “well, it’s just some rumors, but other travelers have told me that at night they’ve seen mysterious lights on the surface of the lake. Others have reported eerie sounds and odd smells.”

Your brow furrows as you mull over the man’s words. Lights, sounds, and smells? You shuffle through your memories to see if you can recall any kind of monster you can attribute this to, but nothing comes to mind.

“Huh, okay,” you mumbles, standing to full height, “I’ll keep that in mind. It’s only been reported at night?”

The owner nods.

Once you return to Tauro and Calip you relay this information to them. Both men seem intrigued by the mystery. “Maybe we could camp nearby tonight,” Tauro suggests, “not close enough to the lake to alert whatever it is about our presence. But within enough of a distance to survey any activity.”

After discussing the fine details the three of you saddle up and head northwest. The ride to Skull Lake takes about half of the day, the sun already beginning to set in the west. Once you arrive at the cliffs that overlook the lake far below. You managed to avoid any incidents with monsters, though you were aware that to the east there were still a handful of camps with recent activity reported.

As Persephone slowly trots toward the edge you realize what Jerrin meant by ’it’s a challenge to get to it’.

Locating the shrine was no problem, it was out in the open and incredibly easy to spot. The real issue was where the shrine sat. It was perched upon an incredibly tall, jagged stone pillar. The stone stretched far below you, blending into a fog that made it difficult to see the ground down below. You could only assume that somewhere in the mist was the lake which the stone protruded from.

“Sweet Hylia,” Dr. Calip gasped, steering his steed to stand beside your own, “how is anyone supposed to climb that?”

With a frown you stare down the shrine, attempting to formulate a plan in your mind. Months ago you would have been able to easily accomplish the task by utilizing Revali’s Gale. Now, though, you were without that connection to the champions. You would have to reach the shrine on your own merit.

You dismount from Persephone and whistle, instructing her to move away from the cliffside. After digging through the bag you’d brought with you, you produce two items. Your paraglider and your climbing bandana. You wrap the bandana around your head, pushing your hair back and away from your face. You shed your outer layer, a long-sleeved tunic, leaving you in the fitted tanktop beneath before strapping a pair of gloves onto your hands.

“Champ, don’t tell me you’re going to try to climb that thing,” Tauro asks, a small hint of shock in his voice as he looks over at you, “what if you fall? We have no clue how far down it goes-”

“Tauro,” you say, gently interrupting him with a smile on your face, “trust me, I’ll be fine. I think I’ve accomplished significantly more difficult feats.”

You give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before scoping out the highest point you could launch from. You stand at the cliffside and attempt to mentally calculate the distance. Just as your boots brush against the edge of the rock you hear a shout.

“I think this is an incredibly foolish idea!” Calip shouts, stubbornly crossing his arms while still sitting on his horse’s back, “if you mortally wound yourself I refuse to be held liable!”

“Dr. Calip,” you say, turning to glance at him, “I say this with all the love and care in my heart: shut up.”

Tauro stifles a chuckle while the other Hylian lets out an indignant grumble.

You take in a deep breath as you focus on your target once more. After taking a few steps back, you sprint, getting a running start before jumping off of the rocks. You unfurl the paraglider, catching the air and allowing you to glide toward the pillar. The action puts more strain on your arms than you’d expected, and you have to remind yourself that you hadn’t used the paraglider much at all recently.

Once you arrive at the column of stone your grunt, fumbling as your boots and hands find their footing in the rock. With one hand you manage to strap the paraglider to your back. Craning your neck, you look up and estimate that there are still roughly ten meters that you’ll need to climb before reaching the top.

“You got this, champ!” Tauro cheers you on from the cliffs.

You breathe in deeply as you begin your climb, careful with where you place your hand and balance your weight. A small hiss passes your lips when you feel the rock chip one of your nails. Slowly you progress upwards, not daring to let yourself look down at the foggy abyss below you. Even if there was water, you weren’t going to take your chances.

‘Distractions, I need a distraction so I don’t focus too much on the height,’ you think to yourself, ‘errr… I wonder how good of a climber Sidon is?’

You laugh internally, of course, your first instinct is to go straight to musing about the prince. It’d been about two weeks since he’d left and the majority of the time it was his face plaguing your thoughts. ‘I really am hopeless, aren’t I? Of course, I am. That charming voice, that handsome smile, that personality-’

A loud yelp escapes you when you misjudge one of the crevices where you tried to place your right hand. The consequence is sliding down a mere inch before you regain your hold on the rock. Your eyes are wide as a bead of sweat drips down your forehead.

‘Goddesses above. Okay. Not the time to think about Sidon, then.’

The rest of the climb goes without a hitch after that small fumble. You hoist yourself up onto the very top of the pillar, arms shaking and sore after the ordeal. It takes a few moments for you to catch your breath, but eventually, you stand and offer your researcher companions a thumbs-up to let them know that you were alright.

You hear an enthusiastic shout in response, no doubt from Tauro again.

From a small pack tied to your waist, you produce a small Sheikah device, one of Purah’s inventions. It was, in essence, a tracker- one that would be used to mark the location of each shrine once their dismantling began. You attach it to the pedestal and take a moment to look up at the shrine with fondness in your eyes.

‘I think I’m gonna miss seeing these everywhere.’

…

“And then guess what happened-”

“What?”

“He let the sheep out of the pen.”

“No way!”

“And guess who got blamed for it.”

“Don’t tell me, you did?”

“Yes, me,” Tauro replies, throwing his hands up in the air as you burst into a fit of laughter.

The pair of you sat near the campfire, laughing as you told stories about one another's lives. While your recollections leaned more on the serious side, involving stories of your battles, Tauro’s memories tended to have a lot more humor. Such as the last story he told, about his younger brother losing the sheep their family would watch over in Lurelin Village.

You smiled as you drank from your cup, but in the pit of your stomach, there was the nasty feeling of envy that you were attempting to stamp out. Yet again you were speaking with someone whose life was, by all accounts, far more normal than your own. And yet again here you were, feeling jealous of lived experiences that didn’t match yours.

Other people go to play with their siblings and care for livestock as children. You, on the other hand, were raised from birth to be a fighter. You never had a chance.

In an attempt to push these emotions away, you glance over to the other researcher and say, “hey Calip, you got any funny stories?”

The pale Hylian glances up, lifting his face away from his journal and glaring at you as if your question had been an inconvenience. “No,” he answers, rolling his eyes as he looks down at the book, “and even if I did, I’m not one to share.”

“So boringgg,” you drawl, tossing another stick into the fire.

Calip shuts his journal, “well I’m not here to entertain. I’m here to do research. And frankly, I think our talents are being wasted with this shrine nonsense. When I spoke with Princess Zelda I was seeking permission to conduct survey work in the Faron region.”

“There you go, talking about Faron again,” you retort, watching the smoke from the fire rise, “what’s so special in Faron?”

This time it’s Tauro who answers, “it’s the ruins. You must’ve seen them when you were journeying in that region, they’re pretty hard to miss.”

You think back on it. The time you’d spent in the Faron region hadn’t been very long compared to many of the other places in Hyrule. You recalled the thick jungle you traversed through, how you’d stumbled across the fountain of the Horse goddess Malanya, and how you’d stayed overnight in gorgeous Lurelin Village.

“Ruins…” you mumbled, tapping on your chin, “yeah, I think I passed by some of those in the jungle. There were some old statues. They looked like… birds and dragons?”

Tauro nods, leaning back and tossing his cap and goggles aside, “that’s right, though we’ve narrowed it down to the statues being one of three types: boar, owl, or dragon. They’re remnants of an ancient civilization known as the Zonai.”

‘Zonai…’ you repeat in your mind. The word felt familiar to you, maybe Zelda had brought it up in one of her many rambles about Hyrule’s history.

“I’ve been working on deciphering their language for years now,” Tauro explained, “it’s fun work, but it’s not exactly a way to make a living. I can’t just sit around and translate ruins all day, as much as I wish I could.”

He whispered the last part, and you couldn’t help but smile at his passion.

“Hence why we sought out the princess,” Calip continued with a curt nod, “but she stated that this Sheikah technological overhaul would take precedence.”

You hum as you lean back, folding your arms behind your head as you lay in the grass, “huh, alright. Well if it’s that important to you both, I’m sure we can explore it. There’s got to be at least a few shrines hidden away in the jungle. We could probably travel in one big circle and wrap back around all of Hyrule.”

Both men seemed pleased by this and began to chat with one another about the ruins in the south. As they do you curiously peer over the side of the cliff. The fog from earlier in the day had dissipated, and though it was dark you could just barely make out the watery surface of the lake down below. However, there were no lights or sounds as the stable owner had told you about.’

‘Sure hope this isn’t a huge waste of our time,’ you wonder to yourself, rolling over once more.

You turn back and decide to join the conversation to pass the time. Once supper’s been had and the tents are arranged, the full moon sits high in the sky. ‘Looks to be about midnight, still no sign of anything on the lake,’ you think as you set up your mat and blankets.

“Bit of a bummer,” Tauro sighs as he attempts to stifle a yawn, “was hoping to make some kind of discovery tonight.”

“Ah well,” you reply with a shrug of your shoulders, “not every lead is going to be accurate. Let’s just rest so we can check out that labyrinth in the morning.”

You bid one another goodnight as you lay down in your tent, leaving the front of it open so you can watch the fire crackle. It was a colder night so opted to let the fire burn itself out. You slow your breathing, lying on your stomach as your eyes follow the embers.

Slowly you begin to fade in and out of sleep, mind lazily bouncing from thought to thought.

Your eyes flutter shut…

Before you wake up with a start. You pant, attempting to catch your breath as you look around in confusion. The fire was snuffed out and the moon had moved across the sky. Your companions were long asleep. You clutch a hand to your chest, blinking as you regain a sense of your surroundings.

‘Shit… what time is it?’

Just as you turn to pull your blankets up, you hear a droning sound. Your head whips around, brow furrowed as you peer into the darkness. Slowly you step out of your tent, attempting not to make any noise. You strap the scabbard for the Master Sword around your torso as you walk.

In the dark, you make your way to the cliff edge once more and peer down. This time when you look at Skull Lake the water is illuminated. Beneath its murky surface, there are large plants that bloom in the water. Another distant drone sends a shiver down your spine.

‘What in Hylia’s name is down there?’

You retrieve your paraglider and prepare to jump. The two researchers are still sound asleep in their tents, meaning your absence will go unnoticed. You brace yourself as you launch, the wind whipping past your face as you glide down past the tall stone pillar.

As you move downward you’re able to get a clearer view of the light source. It’s some sort of man-made craft, built with layers upon layers of fabrics, boxes of storage, and rope. Small lanterns hang off the sides of the structure. You only grow more and more confused the closer you get.

Once you land on the ground you crouch down. The structure is even more odd up close, decorated with skulls and purple lights and a large sign. Fang and Bone you read, brow furrowed as you slowly shuffle closer.

There’s a tinkering sound and you realize that someone is standing within the structure. Whoever it is, their back is turned to you, and they mumble to themself as they work with various objects. They’re somewhat shorter than you, dressed in an odd coat covered in patches and buttons.

You don’t get the sense that this person is a threat. So you stand at full height, loosening the tension in your shoulders as you quietly walk to the front of the craft. Not only are they not a danger, they seem to have no awareness of their surroundings.

For just a moment you hesitate, before lifting a hand and politely clearing your throat.

The being practically jumps out of their skin, turning and screaming when they see you.

It gives you a moment to better assess their- his features. He’s the oddest looking Hylian you’d ever met, with skin so grey it’s almost purple, a tuft of white hair on his forehead, and fangs hidden behind his mustache. He warily eyes before he tilts his head.

“Hmm?” he questions, shoulders relaxing, “oh, it’s just a Hylian.”

His voice is slightly grating on your ears.

“Who are you?” you retort, crossing your arms as you curiously examine him.

“Me? My name is Kilton,” he introduces, fixing the hood on his head, “I suppose you’re here because you heard I was opening a monster shop, and you wanted to see it for yourself.”

“Monster shop?” you repeat aloud, thoroughly confused. You’d heard no such thing, only about mysterious lights and sounds. You suppose this must be the source of all those rumors.

Kilton nods excitedly, “yes, I’m opening a monster shop called Fang and Bone! But… I’m still preparing for my grand opening. Er, here, a business card!”

One of his gloves hand juts out toward you, within its grasp a rectangular piece of parchment. With an intrigued smile on your face, you take it, holding it up to your face as you read the minuscule printed text:

Fang and Bone-

Come see ol’ Kilton for the most monstrous deals in all of Hyrule!

You can’t help but chuckle at the pun. When you look back up you see him staring at you expectantly.

“Uh,” he stammers, “... going to need that card back. It’s the only one I have.”

“Of course,” you laugh, handing the parchment back to him. The whole situation was humorous to you. All of these travelers were terrified over what was just an odd man and his odd shop. You lift your gaze to attempt to examine what’s behind him, seeing a variety of vials, monster parts, and even some sewn masks that resembled monster heads.

He seems to notice your wondering eyes and he pipes up, “anyway… do you, uh… are you into monsters?”

His wording makes you laugh, and you quickly try to hide it before shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly, “I suppose.”

“How, uh… how much do you like them?” he prods, leaning over the counter slightly.

You feel as if he’s egging you on, and so you bluff slightly, “oh me? I adore monsters.”

This appears to strike a chord with the odd man. He slams his fists on the table before shouting, “I LOVE MONSTERS MORE THAN YOU DO!”

You move backward, caught off guard by his outburst. Perhaps he notices the way your body tensed, or your eyes widened, but he seems to realize his mistake. He takes a breath to calm down before stepping back into the shadow of his small shop.

“I… uh… sorry! I did it again,” he apologizes, as if this isn’t his first time in this situation, “I just love the field of monster research so much that I decided to open a shop all about monsters! I travel all around Hyrule in search of rare and exciting monster parts. But I’m not sure where I should visit next. Kakario Village or Hateno? Rito Village and Zora’s Domain are also good options. Hmm… I suppose I could go all the way to Gerudo Town or Lurelin Village. But that new Tarrey Town is much closer.”

He seems to be mostly rambling to himself at this point.

“I’m so excited I can hardly contain myself! I can’t just sit around while there are monsters to be studied! I’m off!”

You jump at this slightly and interrupt his train of thought, “hey, hey, wait a moment! Before you go running off, at least tell me about your shop. What do you sell?”

Kilton beams at this, his fanged teeth forming into a grin. “Well, we haven’t had our grand opening yet, but once we do I will sell you monster-related wares for mon!”

“Mon?” you repeat.

He nods, “yes, mon, it’s the only currency I accept. And I’ll give you mon for trading me monster parts. Eyes. fangs, horns, tails, guts. I’ll take 'em all.”

“Alright, and what will you offer if I have mon?” you ask.

He hums, tapping his gloved fingers on the wood as he rattles off his inventory, “monster extract will be the most popular item. You can cook it into your meals to make them more potent. I have some weapons for sale too. But what I’m most proud of is the masks I hand-made! They each have the likeness of a monster, allowing you to get close to them without being attacked. Very important for field research.”

Your eyes glance over the stock behind him once more, and you see the masks he was discussing. One resembles a Bokoblin, another is a Moblin, a Lizalfos, and one even looks like a Lynel. There’s one that catches your eye, however. It doesn’t resemble any monster, simply a Hylian face.

“What’s that one?” you ask, pointing it out.

Kilton follows your gaze and he gasps, “oh! This is something I call the dark hood, it’s a part of a set of three pieces. It’s said if you wear all three together your stealth will increase tenfold.”

“Did you sew that one too?” you only question it as it looks so different from the monster's masks.

He quickly shakes his head, “no, I acquired it through trade. That, and-”

Kilton abruptly stops himself, clapping a hand over his mouth. You raise a brow at this.

“And…?” you repeat, curiosity peaking your interest.

Kilton whines, glancing from side to side, “well- I shouldn’t- it’s… they’re not items that I believe should be for sale.”

“Why, are they dangerous?” you reply.

“No, it’s just… look, I don’t know a lot about them, or the man who sold them to me. Mysterious guy. All I know is he claims that they can… change you,” he explains.

You twirl your hand, gesturing for him to continue.

“They’re masks. He said that when someone wears them it will transform their body,” Kilton goes on, tugging on his coat, “b-but he said it was painful! And I don’t think that just anyone should get their hands on the ability to transform.”

You stare at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. Kilton seems annoyed by this. “Sorry, I just,” you try to say between giggles, “doesn’t it sound ridiculous? Putting on a mask that changes your body? I think that man lied to you, Kilton.”

“Maybe he did,” the odd Hylian sighs, “but I’d rather be safe than sorry! Besides, I get the strangest feeling when I hold them, so they’re locked up! Not for sale!”

You decide to humor him, “alright, Kilton, what kind of masks are they? Will they turn me into a little Bokoblin if I put one on?”

He eyes you warily, “not that I’d ever give one to you, but no. They’re not monster masks, they’re people masks. One of them is, er, I think it’s called a Deku. There’s a Goron one. Um… and a Zora one-”

“Zora-” you interrupt him without meaning to, “a Zora mask?”

“Yes, it’s quite a beautiful mask actually,” he grins, “intricate details, a gorgeous shade of blue, scale-like marbling…”

All of his words are going in one ear and out the other as you stare down at the ground. A mask that could turn you into a Zora, if that mysterious man had told Kilton the truth. To become a Zora… to change your form… to-

You force the thoughts out of your mind, nearly slapping yourself for thinking such thoughts.

Transformation, what a ridiculous lie. It wasn’t possible.

‘You can’t just magic yourself into a Zora. Not. Happening. Stop thinking about it.’

“Ahem, well,” you awkwardly clear your throat, “it was nice meeting you, Kilton. I’ll keep an eye out for your shop. I’m a seasoned traveler, I ought to have plenty of monster parts by then.”

You say your goodbyes and spend the next hour finding a way back up to your camp. You tiptoe to your tent and sigh deeply, discarding your paraglider and sword. When you peer over your shoulder you can see the first rays of light peeking over the horizon. The sun is rising.

As you crawl into your blankets you groan. You stare at your hands, flexing your fingers and pressing your nails into the flesh of your palms.

Skin, not scales.

‘Stop thinking about it. You’re a Hylian. Get over it.’

You pull your blankets over your head, trying to get more sleep before your companions awake. You shiver as you pull your knees up. It was going to be a rough couple of months before Sidon came back.

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allthatisleftinthedark · 18 days

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Proximity - Estranha decides to keep Creed nearby whenever they are alone and in public. They tend to be distant from others and may appear menacing, but the tiefling is always near the humanoid. Estranha is prone to unintentionally using Creed as a body wall when on the rare chance that they feel uncomfortable or would hook an arm around Creed's arm. They tend to be on top of her (like riding her shoulders or on her back), and although they can be seen as clingy, Creed doesn't mind.

Sleep Buddies - Anadi are known for self-isolation and avoiding confrontation; their reclusiveness is not short of being apparent in Estranha. Their upbringing makes them less close to people, not only because of their ancestry. One of the biggest points of their character is keeping someone around physically, including a vulnerable time like sleeping. Creed would be the designated person they love sleeping against and with; this only happens the most when a hammock is involved. That is almost on top of territory, being squished together, but it puts Estranha most at ease. Thankfully, Creed doesn't crush them when they're sleeping.

Breaking the boundary of observation - One of the critical points of science is observation; there is never a need for intervention or disruption in something meant to be separated from the observer. This sanitized perspective was all that Estranha knew from their own guardian and went into the world doing. Creed was the one who breached that clinical mentality. The slips of their unsureness about feeling something and determining things based on whims rather than fact happen increasingly with Creed. It isn't like having a mask drop, but it is a comfort, something unnavigatable/difficult for them.

"I made this for you." - While not alchemically gifted like Creed, Estranha has had laboratory experience since childhood. Their crafted ideas tend to teeter more on the physics end and with rope typing/knotting. In the two to three years they crossed paths, Estranha never really made anything but held little demonstrations for Creed. A usual one that they make for Creed is the pendulum. If and once they settle down, they would craft something for Creed's desk or other desk toys like a moving sandscape.

Estranha never considered life after accomplishing their research and resolving their family issue. No thought was placed beyond that point in life because the many others before them, siblings they never met, never accomplished that. To them, it was a high probability that they would never succeed. It was only another accounted body in their father's spiraling descent to try to cure himself. For once in their life, with Creed on their mind, they're thinking of what the future holds. Estranha also needs to figure out if that future they envision can have either of them if either party knows what they want.

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arcticfoxbear · 2 years

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Humans are Weird – Peanut Butter and Fam

“What has you so pensive, Two Trills?” Thirteenth Click asked as they darted around a particularly dense cluster of needle like leaves. “Is the laboratory nature of the forest freaking you out again as the human friends say?”

The massive forest stretched around them, monotonous in its conformity. One of the humans’ first extra-solar terraforming projects, this forest was one of the giant mammals’ proudest accomplishments. It was impressive. Even judged by the standards of the great forests of the Winged home world, these ‘fir’ trees were massive. Their lower branches alone were massive enough to count as decent sized trees in their own right. The rough split bark offered innumerable comfortable perches. The scents that drifted from the internal fluids of the trees were heavenly. The extensive bryophytes that adorned their upper branches were delightful gardens. It was impressive and disturbing if you didn’t strictly focus on a single tree.

Thirteenth Click understood why the trees were so evenly spaced of course. They were set out in a perfect grid, the pattern not broken, but alternated with the rounder and near skeletal seasonal alteration trees that were supposedly necessary for optimal growth in the forest web. Somehow between the rigid, unnatural layout of the experimental forest and the fact that the aggressive fir trees were rapidly killing their necessary companion species and the fact that the humans considered this botanical warfare not only acceptable but natural, the entire situation just made one a little flighty. On top of all that, his rather impressive nasal ridges, which flared and split attractively, were prone to getting stuck in the sap that leaked down from any injury in the tree’s outer bark. Once was quite enough times to need to comm for help because his nose was stuck to a tree.

“Not so much,” his superior answered. “I am just wondering if it is useful to warn you of your foolishness beforehand.”

Thirteenth Click shot his superior a rather exasperated side eye. He was truly grateful for all the effort that Two Trills had put into his training. He had truly been a fluffy fledgling despite his university education when he had first been assigned to this research station. Two Trills’s calm confidence and quiet leadership style had prevented countless unfortunate misunderstandings with their human hosts and had set Thirteenth Click on a path to build his own family tree much faster than he would have been able to do otherwise. Still, it wasn’t strictly necessary for Two Trills to remind him of the fact.

“And what foolishness am I about to display?” Thirteenth Click asked with an acidic note in his voice.

“Eating whatever the humans are offering us,” Two Trills replied in a dry note.

The shock of that answer actually caused Thirteenth Click to miss a flap, and he dropped several centimeters through the air before he corrected, shot past his superior, circled twice, and finally snatched at the rough fibers of the tree’s bark. Two Trills circled back to his perch with a bemused expression on his face.

“What do you mean by that?” Thirteenth Click demanded. “Pardon my sudden updraft, but that really does seem to go against every bit of training I’ve had, most notable the stuff that you gave me!”

“And what training would that be?” Two Trills asked, settling calmly down beside the agitated Thirteenth Click.

“Humans love to feed us.” Thirteenth Click lifted one wing claw in demonstration. “It is a fundamental part of their culture to feed their friends. They are very careful about what foods they share as a lot of what they eat is toxic. As an officer in an ambassadorial role, it is my duty to eat the food of whatever species is hosting us because sharing food is almost a universal goodwill ritual. Did I miss anything?”

Two Trills heaved a long sigh and ran a winghook over one sensory horn as if to express his utter non-surprise at the ignorance on display before him. “You are missing so much,” Two Trills said in a gently patronizing tone that made Thirteenth Click positively bristle. Yet the older Winged continued as if he hadn’t noted the reaction. “Look down there,” Two Trills gestured with a winghook to the forest floor beneath them. “What don’t you see?”

Thirteenth Click glanced down. Sure enough the forest floor was blurry at this height to his eyes. He couldn’t see any of the duff and detritus he knew covered the soil, and the intricate network of roots and symbiotes extended as far down into the dirt as the branches extended above it.

“Duff, detritus, fungal growths?” he hazarded. “Those irritating little mammalian gliders. Maybe the pellets from the fragile deathwings.”

Two Trills flared his nostrils in confirmation. “In short, the entire ecosystem that exists below your awareness,�� Two Trills said. “Now the humans have a very similar social ecosystem that is apparently below your awareness as well. You have not yet learned to keep your attention on your sensory horns well enough.”

“What did I supposedly miss?” Thirteenth Click asked cautiously.

Two Trills was wise in the currents of the humans. It would be best not to let pride deny a lesson. “The humans are plotting something,” Two Trills said gravely. “It is something to do with you specifically eating this food.”

“Even if what you say is true,” Thirteenth Click interjected, “is it even possible for me to refuse eating the food? They went to a lot of effort to prepare this party for us.”

“As I said,” Two Trills admitted, “I was wondering if it was any use to warn you.”

“What makes you think they are plotting anything anyway?” Thirteenth Click asked, not that he disbelieved his superior, but he hadn’t noticed anything.

“Giggling, snickering, odd glances at you that focus on your very equatorial nose frills,” Two Trills listed off.

Thirteenth Click sniffed, sending his nose frills trembling. Two Trills did have the stubby northern frills in comparison to his own. The humans would have noticed and wondered at it after all.

“It is odd that they never said anything about my frills,” Thirteenth Click said. “They are very nice after all.”

Two Trills gave him an amused and superior look before dropping from the tree and darting away. Thirteenth Click followed in thoughtful chatter. He muttered over the possibilities and potential reasons until they came in sight of the glow of the bonfire the humans had lit in one of the arranged clearings. It was dicey flying getting through the dense branches at the edge of the clearing. The humans tended to just push through them. Then they were out in the open, and the humans greeted them cheerfully. There were about two dozen humans scattered around the clearing. Thirteenth Click noted one human ornithologist had one of the tamed deathwings in her lap. She appeared to be massaging the deathwing’s talons and crooning to it that it was a good birdie. Thirteenth Click noted with relief that it was secured to a log by strong jesses before he circled down to the table where the food was stacked.

“Now,” he called out without preamble. If there was humiliation coming, best get it over with. His fears were not soothed when he noted the majority of the humans slid their portable recording devices out of their pockets. “Where is the culturally relevant food you were all raving about?” he demanded.

“Right here, lucky ol’ buddy,” Human Friend Guy said, pointing to several open canisters on the table. There was a disturbing note of suppressed laughter in his voice.

The vats were easily large enough to hold multiple Winged, which made them easily handleable for the humans. They contained a thick substance that gave off a not unpleasant fragrance. It was savory and earthy and almost smelled like it was related to the fungus that the trees depended on. Thirteenth Click felt his nose frills twitch in anticipation and was only mildly disturbed by the suppressed snicker that ran through the crowd.

“How do I consume it?” he asked as Human Friend Guy handed him a proportionate container of the stuff. He was twisting off the lid by the time the larger mammals answered him.

“Oh, there are a lot of ways,” one of the botanists said, a grin twitching at her lips. “That is its main selling point, but the easiest way is like this.”

She demonstrated by taking her spoon and dipping it into one of the jars. She scooped up a large mass of the food. Its consistency meant that a dollop twice the size of Thirteenth Click’s head clung to the spoon bowl without falling. She placed the entire mass in her mouth and used her teeth and lips to peel off about half the mass. Several other humans followed suit, all watching him intently. Thirteenth Click was really feeling what Two Trills had warned him about now. These humans were just too eager to participate in this. Still, he had caught this thermal; he would ride it to the top. He took a proportionate glob of the stuff and scraped off half with his teeth.

It was as good as he had scented. It clearly was a legume with several of its symbiotic fungal species delicately laced into the paste. It had the odd taste that indicated the legumes had been roasted at some point. The texture was a bit dry though, and Thirteenth Click felt his salivary glands activate to compensate. He went to swallow a bit and realized that this was going to take a bit more time than he had thought.

The densely viscous paste was now firmly adhered to the top of his mouth where pulling it off the spoon with his teeth had pushed it. It also coated the roof of his mouth, preventing his saliva from getting between it and said roof. He was going to have to remove small amounts with his tongue, bit by bit. It would be tedious, but the taste was good enough to make up for it. The humans appeared to be using the same strategy from the way their jaws were working.

That really didn’t do anything to explain why they were all watching him so intently and clearly suppressing laughter. He carefully began to work the mass down his gullet, twisting his tongue and lips this way and that to reach the stuff, and each lick pushed the mass of paste into a new shape. He found himself having to tilt his head from side to side, even twisting his neck to get the proper leverage.

The humans, presumably because they had tongues that were as thick as his neck when they wanted to be, were already done and were clearly filming him, and a few had even broken past what self-control they had and were laughing outright. It was vexing, but downdraft if he was going to let them know it. His nose frills bobbed energetically in front of his eyes as he reached particularly far forward with his tongue to get at some paste stuck behind his top teeth, obscuring his view of the snickering humans. At that, the majority of their self-control broke down, and the clearing erupted in howls.

The deathwing gave a startled hoot and flapped up to sit on a makeshift perch its handler had erected. Thirteenth Click grimly toiled on clearing his mouth until he could speak clearly again.

“Quite delightful,” he commented, glaring around at the gasping and snickering mass of humanity.

Then, keeping eye contact with Human Friend Guy, he calmly shoved the second mouthful past his jaws as he had seen the humans do. The humans let out hoots of approval, and the laughter erupted in earnest again. Thirteenth Click still had no idea why this was so funny, but by the mother tree if any of those videos went viral, he was demanding a cut of the profits.

“Humans are Weird: Let’s Work It Out”

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year

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Hypnosis, A Intoxicating Obsession

Luke Hemsworth is having a party on a boat In the middle of the ocean without most of his family a wedding is upon them.

The day is beautiful the sunlight radiating on to us from above, the wind blowing across the sea.

Everything feels right especially since I might have snuck on board without a ticket or a excuse.

I unfortunately has to use the cabins a make

shift laboratory to coconut the specially ill

time surprise.

Lying of course I steam roll in to the kitchen stealing a uniform from a unintended victim with slam of a door to his face.

Once no one is near the punch ball I throw

in a concoction of mine in to the giant

metal container.

Nothing else matters to me except the drink mixes well the ball explodes inside finally expanding.

I take a cup of the original mix path then throw it out and drink it with nauseous affect.

Everyone’s attention turns to me eye balling the glass cups I fill up for them and slowly one by one they are intoxicated.

“Excellent! Phase one is a go, and I have my volunteers.”

“Everyone! Connect the pipes to the water fountain.”

“You four return it to above board and prep it.”

“On my command you will lift the lever”

“You two deliver those Hypno drug lace champagne glasses.”

“Once that is in affect mwahahaha “

“The drink meets glass”

“The bubbles rise “

“Well it was nice knowing you “

Like busy bees they attend to the task at hand assign by me and i mischievously but well calculated make my move.

Captain Anderson, Co-Captain Tike and first mate Jake are quite grateful for my help .

I offer them drinks filling the champagne glasses to the coffers and leaving them in peace.

Phase two is complete I give the signal to my crew assuring the bottom knob on the fountain to spike up.

The drink blast out of the top flowing down to the base people as per usual so simple minded are astonished.

Rolling my eyes I can see all three of them

The Hemsworth Brothers scoop up the sweet taste of victory.

The smell is even more intoxicating luring each passenger closer tell it addled their

minds.

No one notices Chris growing more sleep by the minute with very efficient effort he is vanishing in to the night to @MCTF21

Luke is not anything of my concern being sold off to the highest bidder who has a lot of plans invested in his career.

“Congrats Sir”

“Thank you !”

“Enjoy Luke”

“Oh! I will”

“Have plans for him”

“Just wait and see”

“The gift keeps giving “

“Liam you are all mine”

“You will be brought back to the land of the living with new vision of me.”

“Liam wake up! Liam”

“LIAM”

“Oh! Uh!”

“This headache”

“I must hav partied”

“Poor guy!”

“Who are you?”

“A better question is who are you?”

“I…I don’t know “

“Yes you do”

“Remember “

“Mr. Hemsworth”

“Yes Sire”

“You are arriving “

“Back on the same vibration as me”

“Everything is copacetic “

“Everything is right in the world”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

Good Bois Go Bad

Luke Evans is one of my many hot celebrity crushes I had to have him running to a store to by a few ingredients.

I open a cabinet in my bedroom lifting a cauldron out of it and I place it on the counter with wooden spoon in the middle.

I turn on some music switching up the dial to the radio letting it play as the volume rises I play a particular song.

The music fills the room going in sync with my movements I am dancing to my room.

One arm in the air I throw a giant glass jar of honey, salt and a variety of other things in to the cauldron.

A photo frame of a few hot guys I dream of when the pot blows up in a pit of smoke a snap of my finger.

A lite of fire lites up under the cauldron set it on the logs letting it burn out of control in a hot fire.

I laugh a bit knowing I am about to make a ideal guy for me, I close my eyes spitting in to it.

I stir the wooden spoon letting it come to a boil bubbling up in to the air flowing over on to the floor.

“Mwahahahahaha this horrible world will be concluded.”

“This room will flow with the mixture till it hits the ceiling.”

“I will suck in some”

“Soon I will faint”

“Wake up in a new world “

“One I won’t know but will love”

“It will be under my control “

“I will love it”

“It will consume me”

————

“Uh! What the”

“Hey babe”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I am Luke, Luke Evans”

“Who?”

“Slave Luke”

“I love you “

“I am your humble servant”

“I feel absolutely connected to you “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“I am your world”

“I am your everything “

“Kiss me Sir”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Mmmmmmm”

“Oh God!”

“I am swirling “

“Sir I am floating “

The end

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dreamperson-poll · 1 year

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Heather and Caleb

dreamed by @poggay

(Warning for child death) A girl who was kidnapped and killed after trespassing near a laboratory with a few of her classmates. A boy who was kidnapped after trespassing near a laboratory with a few of his classmates, but managed to escape.

This is actually a 2-part dream (and probably the weirdest dream I've ever had)! I'll be submitting the other character, Caleb, in a moment.

In the dream, I was this girl, who I've decided to call Heather. I was in middle school, and while walking home with some of my classmates, we stumbled upon a strange laboratory on the side of the road. It was this big, white, looming building surrounded by lots of green plants and two chain-link fences.

Of course, since we were kids, a few of us wanted to get a closer look at this spooky, well-guarded lab. So we scaled the fences and started walking up the dirt path to the doors.

Now, we weren't being very sneaky while doing this, and stuff hit the fan very, very quickly.

Some guards from the lab found us, grabbed us, and forced us inside. We tried to wriggle out of their grip. Some of us, including me, succeeded. So, we started running in every direction.

I think the guards must have carried us away from the entrance/exit, or the entrance/exit was blocked after we were pushed into the lab, or I was suffering from a bout of Dream Logic™, because I couldn't find where I had come in. I just started running in the opposite direction as the guards.

As I ran, I tried to ask kids where I should go. I tried to convince some guards to cover for me. They just ignored me, or shook their heads and said they couldn't help me. I just kept running until I got to some double-doors.

I pushed them open, and fell unconscious.

When I woke up, I was tied to a wall in a giant, dark room with blue LED lights on the walls and ceiling. I'll leave a picture of what the walls kind of looked like, because there was a specific way the LED lights were laid out (and I just think it's cool).

In front of me stood the silhouette of a giant anthropomorphic tiger wearing a black cape. Though I couldn't make out any of his features, I could tell that he had long, razor-sharp claws. Slowly, the tiger approached me. He slashed my chest, and left me to bleed out on the floor.

This part of the dream is basically the same as the first part, but told from the perspective of a boy who I'll call Caleb. So, yeah. I'm Caleb in this part.

part two!!!

The dream starts out at the same time and in the same way as it did in part 1. My classmates and I are walking home, we find a strange lab, we trespass by the front doors, the guards kidnap us and take us inside, we wriggle free and start running.

But this time, I had much better luck than Heather. I convinced some guards to give me directions, and exited the lab.

I still had to climb two fences, though, and this is where a lot of Dream Logic™ comes in that I think is very funny. I woke up while climbing the inner fence, and my legs were making climbing movements in my sleep. My cat, Grace, was just looking at me like I was a madman. I then fell back asleep and continued the dream. Always very satisfying when that happens.

When I got to the outer fence, I noticed that it was a bit taller than the inner fence, and would be more difficult to climb. So, you know what I did? I just remembered that I was in a dream and lucid dreamed my ass to the other side of the fence! Wild, right?

Now that I was out of the vicinity of the lab, I was a little safer. I just had to get home. I ran through town a bit, and ended up finding my dad. He picked me up and brought me home. The end!

Actually, you know how after the credits of some movies, they play a short clip that could bring closure to the end of the movie or advertise a sequel? Well, that kind of happened at the end of this dream. Like an epilogue, of sorts.

For some reason, I ended up going back to the lab. I didn't climb the fences or anything like that, just cautiously looked at it from the safety of the sidewalk. As I looked, I saw a part of the lab that I hadn't noticed before.

There was a window that, when I looked through it, showed a great big room that was mostly underground. It was very dark, and the walls were covered in blue LED lights. At the bottom of the room, I saw a girl chained to the wall. In front of her, I saw a giant anthropomorphic tiger. I then watched as the tiger slashed her chest with his massive claws, and left her to die.

additional: Pic that looks like the walls of the room Heather was tied up in:

#dreampeople #heather #poggay #oh this seems like SUCH an interesting dream to have #<- /pos i love detailed strange dreams #child death #OMGGG WAIT YOU WERE HEATHER AND THEN YOU SAW HEATHER???

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It's Arven's Fault :( : A Theory

When the book was first written, it was by a man named Heath. A man who went on an expedition with an unnamed team and his beloved Cyclizar! There, he met fantastical creatures that we know now as Paradox Pokemon, including a strange-looking Donphan and a creator we only know as the Disc Pokemon. 60 years later, this same man who saw amazing things, is being discredited because what he saw in Area Zero was too fantastical to be real. In the world of Pokemon, someone said, “That’s not real.” Yeah.

Area Zero is a brutal environment that only those with permission can enter due to how dangerous the area is which brings the question Arven: Why is he getting special treatment just cuz his mom and dad are professors? Talk about elitists!

It’s been three months but spoilers for the end of Scarlet/Violet respectively! For all intents and purposes, from this moment on, I will talk about the games through the Scarlet perspective cuz, for me, it’s a lot easier to explain to Paradoxmons this way, but also because I played the game itself. I loved Scarlet and all I can hear when I see Koraidon’s goofy face is the distant sound of its feet slapping against linoleum tiles like an uncoordinated frog.

Okay but seriously, why was Arven given access to Area Zero before the game, and even in post-game? It doesn’t make sense. It’s extremely dangerous to go here. Even if he’s the professor’s kid it doesn’t make sense. What possessed him to go into Area Zero which resulted in Mabosstiff getting severely hurt? And I offer you, his anger.

We will be talking about the final plot line, “A Way Home,” so AGAIN. SPOILERS. Alright, I did it twice now. Moving on.

In the postgame, the professor tasks us with breaking her out of the Zero Lab, which is on lockdown as a safety measure. Remember that. This was a safety thing that started it all.

Here we are pressing buttons at the four separate research stations with varying journals as well as rest and teleport points for easy access throughout the unmapped Area Zero, which yes does not have a map. It truly is a world of its own in the Great Crater of Paldea. In fact, it was through Area Zero my friends and I discovered you can’t invade each other’s craters in the PokePortal function which honestly made me sad cuz I wanted to catch Mecha-Godzilla and Mecha-Mothra on my own but I did eventually get them in trade.

The journals in these stations tell us a lot about the professor and, thereupon, Arven. At R.S.1, we read:

“We've determined that this energy crystallization is linked to the being we call ▊▊▊▊▊▊.

The interlocking hexagonal plates that comprise ▊▊▊▊▊▊'s shell must somehow cause this phenomenon—which I've dubbed "Terastallizing."

And:

“Thanks to my prototype Tera Orb, I secured corporate funding for my research and made a laboratory in the lighthouse near Cabo Poco.

Someday, though, I'll return to the crater and resume my study of these crystals.”

With these alone, we can determine that Arven is around 6. Why? Because in the game, we learn that Professor Sada had invented Tera Orbs, about 10 years before the game starts!

Arven has grown up alone in the Poco Path Lighthouse Lab for a long time, actually. He even mentions numerous times how his mom is always buried in her work and has no time for him, which is sad considering what we know now. Sorry Arven. Your mom was hot though.

Anyway, we learn in RS4’s journals that not only has she managed to build a highly sophisticated AI but that her partner, “that man”, has left (“not long after “that boy was born.”).

As someone who gets so hyperfocused on tasks that time doesn’t pass normally, not long after Arven was born, could mean frankly anywhere between 2 minutes after birth or 6 years after birth. Either way, Sada is bitter Turo left, leaving a pile of research in this lab in Poco Path alone with her son.

We also learn about an incident where civilians had seen Koraidon’s amazing power and scared a lot of people. The professor made the decision to not only return Koraidon to Area Zero but also bury herself in research to later build an AI and pull in a second Koraidon.

That’s sad. Not like in a mean way, just in general. Of course, the pronouns are altered in Violet, but either way, we get a story of a professor with a broken heart. Aw. Poor professors. Its hard not to sympathize when you realize they were probably really hurt by them leaving the professor alone with a child.

Or what it probably actually was was like her coworker that she occasionally had some…cardio with had quit.

It is noted that Professor Sada, when returning from Area Zero is not seen by Arven until the events of the game. Meaning that the moment Sada took Koraidon back to the crater, Arven hasn’t seen Sada. Meaning the Tera Orbs was the last major event Arven could have been a part of!

But Arven says he grew up with the red lizard. He also has its Pokeball. Its possible the professor saw what will be our Koraidon’s passive nature and decided leaving it out of its Pokeball was fine! In fact, she probably packed her bags and got on her bikemon and sped off saying she was getting milk.

So confirmed. Arven hasn’t seen Sada or Koraidon in 10 years. So what was it that compelled him to go to Area Zero?

“I wanna give my mom a piece of my mind.” GRRRRRR. I’ve got mommy issues and its my only personality trait.

Trust me dude. Using that as your only personality trait will leave you sad and angry. Wait.

Arven tells us later on in his Path of Legends story that Mabosstiff had been hurt after an attack from a rampaging pokemon inside of the crater when he was trying to see his mom. He repeats this sentiment when Penny sees Scream Tail and remarks on how cute it is.

Go back though. He was trying to see his mom. It is confirmed that Arven went into the crater to see his mom. Meaning this: Arven was trying to see his mom which might’ve set off the territorial Koraidon’s instincts.

A stretch? Not so much, actually.

At the beginning of the game we see our box legendary launching up from the clouds of Area Zero before flying over Paldea to show off what our beautiful region that we’re about to explore looks like and I want whatever sandwich he ate to provide infinite flying cuz that would’ve been funny to see in co-op.

After we feed our box a sandwich and get Damsel in Distress style rescued by said lizard, we meet Arven for the first time. And what is the first thing he says upon seeing Koraidon: "What're you doing out here?!"

Arven realizes Koraidon being out here is bad. Like insanely bad. It’s a bad taste in his mouth bad. He remarks how the memories do leave a bad taste in his mouth as well. While yeah, that makes sense, bad memories do leave a sort of bitter taste, but for me, this says more.

Bleh! I remember you as the reason my mom left me alone for ten years!

Bleh! If you hadn’t been taken away, I wouldn’t be emo!

Bleh! If you hadn’t been here, I never would’ve gone into Area Zero to watch my dog get nearly killed and can’t be possibly healed except for these herbs I saw in a book that I just found in my mom’s old lab that I was in just before the player and Nemona walked up.

However, this is countered by Arven saying this after being defeated: "But if you really think you can take Koraidon off my hands for me...you'll need this. It's the Poké Ball that brute's been kept in."

That brute’s been kept in. Wait, does he mean over the last ten years or just in general that’s Koraidon’s pokeball? I don’t think it’s the former. Not because its put a hole in my idea, but because to keep a pokemon stored in a pokeball for so long. We do know that when Pokemon go in, they almost shrink down and become data. Data huh–I might have ideas for a certain Kanto Cryptid–

Moving on. I doubt anyone would keep a pokemon in a pokeball for a decade as Pokemon are confirmed to age within Pokeballs. The only incidents we’ve seen of a pokemon being fine after being confined for so long are Sir Aaron’s Lucario in Lucario and the Mystery of Mew and Spiritomb. And fine? That’s a relative term considering Spiritomb had to be sealed because of its power and Lucario had a panic attack and went into shock when it got out.

So the Professor likely left the Pokeball behind seeing as the book was also left behind. Meaning the Professor left quickly. She just suddenly disappeared until the Player comes to Paldea.

But what does this mean? Based on the timing and the build up: I think Arven is the reason his parents tragically die.

As far as we’re aware, Sada invented AI Sada sometime after Turo left and never reported it as the AI could not physically leave the crater due to the Tera Crystal energy. She even pulled a second Koraidon with the help of her AI partner. She’s been hyperfocused for ten years in Area Zero, likely living off the environment within. This isn't to say our professor is forgiven for her actions.

She was in Research Station 4 when the more aggressive Koraidon attacked Our Koraidon.

Just before Paradise Protection Protocol takes control of the AI professor, the AI actually apologizes to Arven.

On top of that, when AI professor sends us to Area Zero at the end of the Path of Legends quest, we learn from Arven he used to come here to play all the time as a kid. Meaning, he was likely being watched by Director Clavell or even Jacq, which would probably give a realistic explanation as to why he’s allowed into Area Zero. They gave him access because they believe Arven is old enough to know how to care for himself enough to survive and give him too much credit for being the professor’s kid.

Not only that but when we explore Area Zero with Arven, he’s surprised by all the research stations. Meaning, he never went in but he does offer that he was attacked somewhere between RS1/2. Because of the location it was at, for the games, I think he was attacked by either Sliver Wing or Sandy Shocks in Scarlet and Iron Moth or Thorns in Violet. However, given that Sandy Shocks is Electric/Ground, I’d say it was Slither Wings for Scarlet! As for violet, the options for that area between the research stations are highly limited so let me know down below which Paradox you think Arven faced the first time, because spoilers, its not the Donphans and its not the Scream Tail/Iron Bundle! He would’ve reacted to them if he had.

Mabosstiff gets hurt, hurt enough that no potions or Nurse Delphine’s can help it. I’d say blood could’ve been drawn, given that Mabosstiff can’t even stand when we first meet it. The Territorial Koraidon smells the blood. There’s an invader nearby. It goes on a rampage and tries to attack our passive Koraidon. Why? Proximity.

The territorial Koraidon, or Miraidon for Violet players, attacking our Raidon out of nowhere doesn’t make any sense. The professor notes that the second one is much more aggressive but this thing has been with the professor and the AI for years. How do I know this? The AI apologizes for Arven being alone for so long.

"Arven. I am sorry that I kept the truth from you for so long. I inherited all the thoughts and wishes of the professor, and so I understand better than any..."

"Your mother truly loved you."

The territory battle leaves Koraidon weakened as it escapes to crash onto the beach near Poco Path Lighthouse, the one safe haven it remembers outside of the crater. It passes that lighthouse when it suddenly collapses. Meaning, Koraidon was still injured from that incident.

And it is with the Professor’s death that the AI decides it’s time to shut down the machine, hurrying from RS4 to Zero Lab. Afterall, someone just died because of a Paradox Pokemon, a pokemon that is one of the many that have been coming out of the time machine. The AI panics and puts the lab into lockdown to prevent anymore Pokemon from escaping into the crater and ultimately into Paldea.

When trying to track our Koraidon and the territorial one, the professor finds the Pokeball in proximity to a student with a Rotom Phone that just moved to Paldea.

So, there you have it, Arven’s want for closure with his mommy/daddy issues were the reason they died, and I think it’s sad to say that the guy might've figured it out, which is why we don’t really see a reaction from him aside from calling out to the AI when they go into the time machine to their dream eras as well as how he kinda is surprised by everything to do with his family in the post-game.

In the Director’s Office, he says:

"So she really was always amazing...right from the start, huh?"

"All these pieces of my mom's life—they were right in front of me this whole time...I spent so long trying not to think about her that I never even noticed...until now."

And in the main hall/library:

"While I was here in the entrance hall, digging through my mom's research reports, I found this on one of the bookshelves. This book was so precious to my mom that she even kept a copy of it in the lighthouse lab... The Scarlet Book... That's what it's called, right?"

Arven was more focused on his anger, which was justified at the time. Now, it’s misplaced and he’s unsure. I think that’s sad but I won’t forgive Game Freak for such a tragic tale of a Professor who lost their love and buried into research…

Wait…I’ve heard this before…

PS: It was brought to my attention after writing the script that there’s no way this makes sense because there’s mold in the mattress and even crystals forming inside RS4. To that I counter with the mold. Mold spores take about 24-48 hours to actually lock in and be able to eat away at organic material, however, it’s never clarified what kind of mold it is. Some molds take YEARS to actually eat away at organic material. Others months.

As for the crystals in RS4, that makes sense because some material has been broken away. As we can see within the deeper caverns of Area Zero, crystals are ABUNDANT, and reflecting the wrong way, but they grow fast, even in Paldea. If you’re connecting to the internet, you can sometimes see Tera Raid crystals shrink down and respawn an entirely new crystal to give the player better variety. These things grow fast, and with the presence of Glimmora, it wouldn’t surprise me if those actually spawned like two minutes before the player walked in.

As for why the Zero Lab is covered in crystal, the professor actually notes the crystals can enhance both organic/inorganic materials, given it a cop out for why the AI is as sophisticated as it is, but also explaining how these crystals might be a major power source for the time machine.

Don’t forget, in RS1, a journal does state that the energy crystallization process we know as Terastylizing is a result of our mystery, possibly third legendary.

#pokemon theory #theory #arven #pokeblog #pokemon #professor turo #professor sada #sada #turo #scarlet violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet

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Miasma Pt. 19 "The truth II"

Caustic x fem reader Words: 600 Warnings: </3 A/N: Second to last chapter... thank you all so much for reading my first fic! Previous chapter | Next chapter

You sat in Alexander's familiar dimly lit laboratory. You weren't cold, but you trembled. He had noticed and, without a word, escorted you to his lab, where he motioned for you to sit down. Sipping water from a glass, you contemplated what to say.

"I'm so sorry", were the first words to escape your lips. "They threatened the lives of my friends and family if I didn't comply. I had no choice. Please forgive me." You gripped the glass in your hands, your lower lip quivering. You were on the verge of tears, and as a rational person, Alexander couldn't fathom such behavior, so he was ready to stop your tears.

"You don't need to apologize. Everything is okay", he comforted, not very convincingly. Tears had already begun to stream down your cheeks as you lifted your head to look at him incredulously. How could everything be okay?

"Why didn't you say you knew what I was doing the whole time? Why did you let me go through with it?" You wiped away your tears, feeling humiliated. All this time, you hadn't realized who you were truly dealing with.

"Isn't it obvious?" Alexander poured himself a cup of coffee. "You needed information to survive. I gave you material so they would remain content, and you wouldn't have to fear."

You looked at him in disbelief. Why would he do that? You had deceived him and taken advantage of his help, and he had been aiding you all along.

"So those files weren't real? You don't plan on destroying my hometown?" You had to make sure before celebrating the fact that your intuition about Alexander was correct.

"Listen, Y/N", Alexander said seriously. "I am uncertain about the motivations behind my desire to offer assistance. My objective was to help your progress as much as possible. However, it is imperative to acknowledge that I do not conform to the image you might have constructed of me. I am not a nice man. I enjoy many things, but death is what inspires me. If I may be honest, I find death fascinating. And I want results. That's why we must remain just colleagues. Because you wouldn't come near the monster that I really am", he continued.

"I had to be approachable to you. So you could get through this", he said. "As I said, I am uncertain about the motivations behind my actions. It is conceivable that my inclination to assist you may be attributed to your... relatively inexperienced status in this environment. However, my principal motivation was to convey to the Syndicate that I consistently maintain a one-step-ahead position."

You listened in astonishment. Your intuition had been wrong. The others had been right. Caustic was a man who would stop at nothing. He was so intelligent that he truly was one step ahead of everyone. He could manipulate you so skillfully that you wouldn't even realize it. Two thoughts dominated your mind: Alexander was using you primarily to taunt the syndicate, and his feelings were probably not genuine. If your legs weren't betraying you, you'd get up and leave even faster. You had confessed your love. You had fucking confessed your love.

"I'm a fool", you mumbled. It dawned on you. Why would Alexander see anything in you? He loved science. There must be some goodness in him because he felt the need to help you. But that was it.

"You are very capable", Alexander said. "But here, you must be cold. You cannot allow your emotions to impede your path to success or cloud your judgment", he stated coldly, making you feel even more embarrassed. If you had never experienced a broken heart before, you were feeling it now.

"Thanks for your assistance", you said coldly and got up, heading out of the laboratory. This would be the very last time you would ever do it. You had no reason to return.

#apex legends #alexander nox #apex caustic #apex fanfic #alexander nox x reader #caustic x reader #apex legends fanfiction #fanfiction #miasma #caustic smut

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galespider · 1 year

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Labyrinthos.

A place I come to very often to hone my blade and made sure that it would never dull. The place where I have discovered the unexpected to await me in a near future.

[FFXIV Luze’s Background Part 2]

“As I walked through Labyrinthos and the few creatures that would cause mischief subsided into their peaceful rest, I was pondering why I existed in this world rather than my own; Hailing from the Thirteenth and unto Etheirys. The roadside paths were always arduous which made me wonder how researchers could go from one place into another in this Labyrinth. I suppose those in pursuit of infinite knowledge never rest.

I made my way peering over the cliffside to see the whole facility way down below the chasm. It still amazes me on how this place was purely man-made from on high and into the depths below. The fields, hills, and water shaped the very earth I stood. The white marbled structures were pristine and stood out from the evergreen lush of foliage. Each outstretched with the white floor with towering facilities home to multiple researchers and Gleaners, if they were allowed.

... From every building I saw, I recognize a specific area where I first went into. It wasn’t on my own volition but one I am willing to accept. I rose my hand slightly and gazed upon it.

One night on a few days after my arrival and stay at the Leveilleur household, I had awoken from an unknown excruciating pain wracking through my whole body. I didn’t know what it was nor where it was from. But I can only hypothesize that I had it ever since that fateful final moment that I had from the Thirteenth.

I was writhing in pain. My blood began to boil. The shock from my nerves vibrated throughout my entire body. I felt my eyes shot wide as if something was eating me from the inside. This would happen in different intervals and thankfully not so often. Within the same night right after I recovered, I heard voices coming from outside of my quarters and hid behind a wall to listen more closely. I heard a minor argument between Fourchenault and Ameliance for a good while. However, it ignited my Echo to spark: It showed me a vision of a family torn apart right in front of my eyes. It was me who caused it, I had thought. The headache was too much for me to bear from my condition which made me barely collapse to the floor. I remembered Ameliance’s concerned face when she was beside me and Fourchenault’s disgruntled face.

That was when Fourchenault suddenly offered me an idea after he briefly calmed down. He had asked me to come with him for a moment in the laboratory. Much to my bewilderment, I agreed nonetheless. He recognized the ability that Hydaelyn had bestowed upon me. It was too out of nowhere from his behavior, but one day he grew an interest when he even listened and heard my tale of coming from the Thirteenth and was born anew. If he knew of such abilities and where it came from and if he somehow accepted me, Maybe ... Just maybe I might find more answers to why Hydaelyn gave me a second life and granted me visions that may break me or help others. If only She granted me a normal life instead.

I remembered being within some kind of operating room. All I saw when laying down were about six huge bulbs of light piercing through my eyes. I remembered looking at the window up high as Fourchenault was making sure that things don’t go awry. An oxygen mask was placed on me and several pipes were attached to my arms and binds were on my ankles and wrists. It was like an actual beast or monster being in an experiment within a cage. In this case, anyone can classify me as such. What they were searching for was a way to at least slow the process of the unknown pain I have been having and also find a way to communicate with Hydaelyn through my powers. To what reasons, I had never found out. I only agreed to help them if it would benefit me. And I have always been the one to take orders. That’s where my mind went blank when an anesthesia substance was injected into me.

Few minutes passed and it seemed to go pretty well. Several minutes passed and nothing was happening. Or so I had hoped. The shocking pain came rushing back and spread throughout my body like it did that night. My eyes shot wide as I tried to fight back from how much it hurt. It felt like my blood would escape from my body, red and hot; burning and coursing from within. I had remembered hearing an automated voice saying a warning and red lights flashed on and off. The bonds were sturdy enough to hold me down as the pain continued and I struggled to be freed. Researchers were frantic rushing around as Fourchenault told orders to each of them.

But all of a sudden, a calm rush of warmth flowed inside the lab and I will never forget that sensation. My body had froze and my breathing became slow but heavy. I slowly turned my head and tried to steady myself. But my vision was blurry. All I saw was some kind of silhouetted figure, tall with composure. He had pointed ears much like the Elezens from what I can make out. He walked closer as the noises around me began to cease. His figure was barely visible as he leaned slowly close to me. His face was more older than Fourchenault. He had short white hair that connected to his facial hair and downward to his chin. Some kind of white mark was on his left side of his forehead. I tried to take a good look at him but my vision never came back into focus. He looked ... Gentle.

‘Tis alright, child. Breathe. I heard him spoke, but his voice sounded like it was fading like fire that is slowly dying out. You cannot let the corruption take over you. You must fight it. You still need to help others who look for your strength. Forge ahead. And thank you for watching over my family ...

It was all I heard until my weary eyes closed. Who was that man? How did he know that I was in trouble? And why me? The only thing that I had woken up to was a single orange glowing feather that was placed near me. I still had it within my quarters and it acted almost like a faint natural light. It was like a hearth, orange from darkest red, hints of yellow from the tips. It wasn’t raging. It felt calm, soothing, as though it breathes through every hue it emitted. Occasional embers would fly out and disappear like fireflies. It had put me at ease and I never had that pain ever again.

There were so many things that happen within those weeks ... Yet here I am, serving as a guardian in Labyrinthos and an ‘adopted’ brother to the Leveilleur household. That unknown pain that was inside me had came to a halt supposedly from that feather that man had possibly left me. But who knows when it will return and the fire fades from that beautiful feather. Only time would tell.

He had given me hope and more reasons to live when I had thought of why I existed. Those words, I will never forget. Forge ahead ... Sooner or later, the time will come when I will find my answers. And I will keep protecting those I hold dear through the struggles. I will keep building myself up in this place and train more to regain all the strength I had lost. For with my strength, my blade will serve those who are worthy to journey through the unknown and unimaginable things ahead.”

#FFXIV #FF14 #Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy 14 #Viera #Male Viera #Veena #Luze Crosszeria #Luze #Uraboku #uragiri wa boku no namae wo shitteiru #Betrayal Knows My Name #Anime #Manga #Crossover #Screenshot

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✨️//A Third Helping of My Headcanons on the Dragon Daddies (Magic Crafters Edition):

Eldrid:

A well intentioned elder who won't let boundaries such as, morals, laws, or any other silly social constructs stop him from pursuing his goals. This man has broken many laws in his potion making career, if that seems a bit too implausible than ask his cellmate Boldar. Although, unlike his lifelong friend, he knows how to take precautions before working with magic.

The texture of his potions can best be described as 'gello-like' as a lot of his products are salves meant for external use only. The number of customers sending complaints for stomach pains after ingestion has been steadily decreasing as the years go by. 'One gent came in with a purple tongue, and, ancestors forgive me, I laughed in his face'. The instructions are on the back, but, hey, the customers always right, except when they're wrong, then they come back and complain.

Spyro can hardly keep his eyes open during Eldrid's 'enthralling' lectures. He holds out for his favorite part of the visit, the 'taste test', Eldrid dips his spoon in the cauldron and hands it to Spyro. If he guesses the right flavor, he gets to take a prize from his 'prize box', which is basically a box of junk he hasn't thrown out yet, but if the boy wants necklace carved from a unicorn horn, he can take it.

He's got severe back pain, if his horrible posture didn't give it away, and it's been getting worse year after year. He'll wear a back brace every now and then, when he feels like it, but most the time he'll take medicine for the pain and move on with his day. He'll make one of the boys put some homemade numbing ointment on his back and that stuff smells like stale mint and rotten eggs.

Him and Boldar go way back, he's got both of their mugshots hanging in his shop from the 'good the good ol' days'. That can't be good for business, but look at how happy they look, aw. He made copies for Boldar to carry with him during his travels and he wrote on them, 'To my dearest, and most wondrous, friend, Boulder'. That's no error, that's legitimately how he believes his lifelong friend's name is spelled.

Only twenty-five percent of his scribbles are illegible, the rest are complex recipes for whatever experiment he's working on. His terrible penmanship is a result of Eldrid trying to write with his tail, behind his back where he can't see, instead of just using his hands. 'It makes perfect sense to me. Hmm, maybe you need bifocals, young one'.

The horns are his head are actually sprinklers connected to his goggles. There's a fire in his laboratory daily, so to combat such a regular occurrence Lucas gifted the geezer a pair of safety goggles. 'Ah, Lu-Lu was always the generous type'. Yes, bottles still explode, except, this time, the kitchen is still functional afterward. Soggy, but functional.

Kelvin:

A know-it-all drama queen who thinks he's got the answers to all of life's mysteries. While his temperament is nowhere near as bad as Cosmos', he can be just as haughty and standoffish. Surprisingly, he's much easier to befriend than his leader. His insults are unintentional, he hates to sugarcoat his words, so when he gives advice, wanted or otherwise, it's blunt and to the point. Never EVER argue with him on anything, it doesn't matter who's right, he'll drag it out till he feels like the conversation is over.

He's NOT the 'Master of Wind', that is a title he despises with a passion. 'I'm the 'Master of Air', Lord Kelvin. The 'Master of Wind' was my father, and he was a dirty, treacherous, THIEF!!!' Never mention this to him, but he possesses the exact same abilities as his father such as creating sizeable storms, whirlwinds, and increasing windspeeds, something he very much likes to do to dispose of Thieves.

Spyro nearly died on his way to the library, and it wasn't due to the windspeeds, but a famished Beast who blocked his path. That was an interesting day to say the least, he met a Peace Keeper he'd never seen before, and Kelvin was actually nice to him for once. Spyro and Sparx took note of the usual Magic Crafter dislike for the Peace Keepers, but the way that Kelvin spoke to the dragon was as if his very presence was a bad omen.

His 'Vortex of Doom' surrounding the Alpine Ridge library was implemented after an incident regarding a Druid break-in. That's why Magic Crafters use alternate routes and 'short cuts' to reach the building, because the windspeeds near the eye are well over one hundred miles per hour, and no, he can't control it anymore. 'It's out of my hands now. My advice to you is never cast an angry spell, they're impossible to reason with'.

The key hanging off his neck is for 'travel'. To where? 'Wherever I please, so stop pestering me'. A key for every door? Sounds kind of intrusive, but he's not the type to pry into other people's lives. It's just one of the many, many, many ways that Magic Crafters are able to travel around the world. Don't be surprised if there's a keyhole in the wall, all that means is that Kelvin has arrived... So, bring earplugs.

The orb often pondered about by passersby is the remedy to a nasty cursed inflicted by a Cat Witch rumored to have been a 'close friend' of his prior to their falling out. 'Samantha was a heartless wench, if you ever plan on settling dow- I mean acquiring a roommate, make sure they're truly loyal to you.' What happens when the orb is removed, er... It's too embarrassing to share. Just know that it includes endless singing and lots of feathers.

He's read every book in Magic Crafters and Artisans, right now he's focusing his energy on getting Dream Weaver literature, which was easy... At first. Dream Weavers don't exactly share information through the written word, and any literary works found don't go over two thousand words. 'Ugh, it's all bedtime stories, lullabies, and dream journals. It's so juvenile, I swear, I'm never getting those precious hours back!!-' He continues on like that for a while before finally giving in to attend to his duties or whenever his listener decides they've had enough and bails.

Zander:

Within the Alpine Ridge quartet, he could be identified as a stand in for the 'straight man'. For starters, he's the most 'normal' one there, he's polite and open, but he's not above cutting corners to get the desired results. He's definitely business oriented, anytime he senses a potential sale, he starts pushing his wares like his life depends in it.

Enchanted items, enchanted items galore! He's the 'Master of Transmogrification and Magic Infusion' for good reason. Peace Keepers wanting enhanced weapons, Beast Makers wanting a perfectly balanced pot, or even Artisans needing a permanently sharpened pencil are all welcome in his shop.

He shows the boys secret tunnels and passages used by the Magic Crafters. There was one tunnel that wasn't in the Dragon Realms, it was chilly there, the leaves were a stunning red orange, but the portals lead to unfamiliar realms. Zander was oddly nervous at his little 'slip up' and quickly tried to usher them back home. Anytime Spyro tried to inquire about what they'd just seen; Zander would change the subject and try to distract him with something else. 'I don't want dumb book, uncle!! I want to know what Zephyr'

He had normal wings in his youth, when asked why or how they became crystalline, he'll reply with 'I wouldn't try anything on a customer if I didn't try it on myself'. It's true, he is more than capable of altering physical appearances, but he likes to avoid talking about his own appearance, especially if too many people are present.

The late Peace Keeper General would frequent his store for upgrades to his axe, increased durability, a lightweight grip, and his personal favorite, a blade sharp enough to cut through stone. 'He was gallant knight and a lovely friend. His passing was a great loss for us all'.

He was going to be a travelling merchant, but he wasn't able to tame a Beast and get it to pull his wagon. 'The domestic life suits me better anyway. But, if you want to look at some of my wares, I'd be more than happy to share'. He figured that the business would be good for Alpine Ridge as a whole if he stayed, so now all the wagon does is collect dust in the backroom.

'Dark Gems?... Aw, yes... Did I ever tell you about the time I was evil for a day?' He got an order from a robed figure long ago to make a staff adorned with Dark Gems, but when the staff was completed, the figure turned his own creation against him and embedded a shard into his chest. Zander became a malevolent creature with grotesque features, but as previously stated, the 'day' he's referring to was actually a month because the Magic Crafters had to wait for Cosmos to arrive back from Peace Keepers. Upon his arrival, he was greeted with frantic pleas for him to go to Alpine Ridge and save Zander from himself. Their leader was able to remove a majority of the shards, but some fused with Zander, and that's how he obtained his crystalline appearance.

Zane:

The worrywart bookworm, he's very shy around those he doesn't know, and he won't talk to people he's unfamiliar with. He prefers to watch someone from afar for weeks prior to actually speaking with them, and, no, it's not a healthy thing to do, but he can't help it. Speaking with strangers takes a lot of energy and leaves him utterly defeated if he feels he's done it wrong the 'wrong' way. It doesn't help that his speaking voice is low with a noticeable stutter, so it's no surprise that he prefers not to speak at all.

His ability, aptly named 'mimic', allows him to learn spells and magics through 'absorption' which means all he requires is one demonstration and he quietly conjures up a page for it. He's learned so many spells that he needs a one hundred- and fifteen-pound book to hold them all. He's become a powerful mage thanks to this ability with the only limitations being that the book must be close to him, and he has to open it to cast his spells.

He admires Spyro's unbreakable spirit and doesn't mind at all when he tags along with him during errands. But he has a terrible habit of spoiling Spyro and Sparx with whatever they want. 'I-I can't deny them anything, look at t-them, they're adorable, Kelvin. Aw, I'm going to give them one more piece of candy, I'll be right b-back.' He lets them read the table of contents of his spell book; he may let them cast a few before bed if no one's around.

The spell book was originally his journal, his name is engraved on the cover in swirling gold. There's one actual entry followed by a million different spells, hexes and incantations; jarring would be putting it lightly. 'You want t-to read it? It's very boring, I wrote about the weather, m-mind you this was before my ability manifested'. Wow, it's his first entry... And it's about a... Heavy snowstorm. He was right, that was kind of boring.

The first time he had to interact with anyone outside his realm, he froze up, which still haunts him to this day. He was a teenager then, so it's not hard to see why he cringes at the memory, oh, and this interaction just had to occur with Jarvis and Lucas, the liveliest dragons in the known realms. Lucas is polite enough to not bring it up, but it's the first topic Jarvis brings up when he sees Zane.

Indecisive when making decisions for himself, but if it's to aid others, he'll jump right in to help. 'Jumping right in', means maybe casting a spell from afar or doing most, if not all, the work in their place. Yes, he's an ABSOLUTE pushover and a people pleaser, he doesn't want to upset anyone, but he isn't completely spineless either. He won't give up the hood and he won't, will not, under any circumstances, lend the book to anyone without his guidance.

He can't fly due to an injury sustained during his adolescent, one reason he wears the hood is to cover a star-shaped scar on his head. He got caught spying on a coven of Armored Druids while casting 'mimic', and he's been unable to raise or lower his wings properly ever since. Kelvin was kind enough to share 'levitation' with him, and now it's hard to keep his feet planted on the ground for more than a millisecond.

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