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I find it insane how left handed people were legitimately discriminated (horribly discriminated in fact) all over the world at one point, and actually still are in some local areas, primarily because of biases formed from religious beliefs
Like what the fuck do you mean if this were 1918, you'd literally tie my hand to the chair, whip me with a ruler, and call me a disgusting sin among other things, all the while I'm being forced to write my name "the holy way"
#superstitions were fucking wild#like autistic people were considered changelings so people fucking beat the shit out of them#people with DID were (and likewise w lefties: still are in some places) considered to be possessed by demons and were horrifically treated#ygs don't realize how fucked up we were back then until you look up the history behind folktales and legends#or even just look back on history in general#idk what to tag this it's just. woah#left handedness#left hand#superstitions#old superstitions#franky posts
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I want to know your LU headcanons!
ohHO i will absolutely tell you tysm for asking!! i’ve been wanting to talk abt them for ages but just never got around to it ig ahjdkcka
Time’s actually like 32 and is just really committed to the bit of being ancient
Sky is horrific at making new friends. he grew up with the same small group of people, so he never learned how to make friends with complete strangers because there simply wasn’t the need to. so, when he first starts traveling with the chain, he makes little wooden charms for them because he isn’t entirely sure how else to get close with them. Zelda always enjoyed his woodcarvings, so maybe they will too??
as a result, the entire chain has little trinkets made by Sky. on Legend’s bag there’s charms hanging off the straps, and Twilight wears his as necklaces (both because it looks cool as fuck and it helps the shadow crystal stand out less). yes Wind has specifically commissioned him to make something for Aryll
yeah yeah bunny Legend but consider: the mermaid suit (which I like to think is more of a curse bc get fished pink man <3) giving him some marine animal qualities as well. no matter what tho that bitch is an Ariel kinnie, they’re collecting all the shiny shit they can find
Sky is obsessed with doing puzzles the Right and Proper way, meanwhile Wild cheeses absolutely everything he can
Wind believes in all of those classic pirate superstitions
the witches in Legend’s era adore him. Grandma Syrup dotes on him, Maple is like a teasing older sister, and Irene is like a teasing younger sister. this is where he learned most of his magic skills from, and he takes all potentially enchanted or cursed items to them to check out. he’ll never admit it, but Legend finds lots of comfort in all of them, as they’re one of the few people who’ve stayed in his life this long.
Wild’s a pretty good medic!! during his adventure, he very quickly realized how dangerous infection is, so they learned about a lot of home remedies and medicinal herbs, as well as how to tend to a wound from other travelers at stables and inns. he didn’t really get a choice in learning, considering how he probably got stung or bit by painful insects or accidentally brushed up against painful plants a lot during the early days of their adventure, and thus showed up to stables covered in rashes and hives and such, causing every decent person in the area to flock to them and try to help. their Hyrule is very sweet, okay?
they’re not the only one who’s well acquainted with medicinal herbs, though! while I think all of them would have a basic understanding, Time, Hyrule, Warriors, and Wind would know a lot. dw i’m elaborating
Time quite literally grew up in the forest, was raised by a tree, and had actual forest spirits for siblings—he knows his plants. he and Saria would peel willow bark and collect dandelions together
I like to think that Hyrule being half-fae makes him very sensitive to all magic-based auras, including that of plants, so they’re very good at picking out the healing herbs, even if they’re not quite sure what they’re called
listen ok hear me out about Warriors. young Time was appalled that he knew jackshit about nature and forcefully taught him. also, before modern medicine, medicinal plants were used all the fucking time on the battle field. yarrow, an herb that stops bleeding and prevents infection, is called soldiers’ woundwort because of this. i mention this because he was probably concerned about the health and safety of his troops, so he learned what the medics were doing and using.
Wind grew up on a small, tight-knit island, realistically they would’ve had to have learned how to use the things around them to their fullest advantage. that being said, his knowledge is sort of useless outside of his own era, aside from what he was taught in the war. ok i’m done talking about medicinal herbs now i promise sorry it’s a hobby of mine ahhsjdka
Legend’s terrified of dogs. in Link’s Awakening, the dogs are literally balls on chains with huge mouths full of sharp teeth (basically just Chain Chomps). if you want to get angsty with it: it comes from guard dogs being sent after him on his first adventure. he became a lot less scared to more he spent time with BowBow (the ball and chain dog) but, when he woke up, he got the belief that he could only be safe around a dog in his dreams. he’s pretty damn uncomfortable around Wolfie at first, but after lots of time and learning to trust Twilight, he’s able to slowly overcome his fear. sort of. mostly just with Wolfie. he still hates staying at stables in Wild’s Hyrule.
if Wild doesn’t want to explain/source something he’ll just say it came to him via divine intervention. Sky believes it every single time
I was thinking about Legend’s story a while ago and realized it was kind of similar to Joan of Arc’s so take that as you will. idk if this even counts as a headcanon but i’m putting it here
Warriors and Twilight are really close friends because they both understand the struggles of wrangling dirt worshipping nature freaks. anytime Twilight (lovingly) complains about Wild, Wars will counter with whatever asinine feral child antics young Time got up to and suddenly Twi will feel very blessed and lucky
whenever Four sees someone with their hair in a high ponytail he subconsciously thinks they’re very smart and respectable because Dot always wears her hair in a high ponytail
Hyrule is completely fine with not sleeping on a bedroll. they like the dirt, actually. let them sleep in the dirt.
Legend uses apples in his red potions, both to increase their potency and to make them taste better. he also learned how to enchant apples to be healing on their own so sometimes when someone’s hurt he’ll just shove an apple in their face
uhh so ik this is a lot but this isn’t even close to of all my headcanons so yeah there’s that lmao
#i saved y’all from my angstier headcanons btw. and also my magic system headcanons. be grateful /lh#i also restricted myself from telling y’all the queer headcanons bc there’s so many ppl posting theirs rn that i don’t rlly feel the need to#i have so many thoughts abt these guys it’s almost humiliating#linked universe#lu#linkeduniverse#lu headcanons#linked universe headcanons#sorry for any typos or if things are worded weirdly i ran out of my adhd meds and also lost my glasses so#i’m trying my best ok#ALSO AGAIN TY STORMY FOR ASKING <333#i do rlly appreciate it tyyy <3
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I can’t get the idea out of my head that Hob would still retain habits from previous centuries. There’s no way a new century comes around and nothing from the previous one sticks to him. He definitely learnt from past mistakes and bettered himself from them but he would still keep the habits he’d built up over time, for example; courting a lover with poetry ,some superstitions that you just cant shake ,obscure hobbies and skills that are now useless. I want to see Hob with the most buck wild skill set and forgetting it’s essentially a lost practice because he’s no longer living that life. There would still be a part of him that would, for even a split second, believe a person having a seizure was fucking possessed or something. Just imagine 1300 Hob kicking in at the most inconvenient times or he just forgets what language he speaking (just variety’s of different old English slang). I need to see Hob going to bow whenever Dreams title as king is brought up in conversation just because of a little itch in his brain still living out that century. Or how he’s still amazed by photos and movies coming from a time when painting was a luxury. Or how he would still know songs that were lost to time and hum them to himself like it was his own little secret. And don’t get me started on food, he’d know some of the most wild recipes from times of famine or when trade became more common and people decided to actually cook the food instead of displaying it in their house. I could literally go on for 600 years about this but thank you for coming to my brain dump. (Expect more in future)
#the sandman#hob gadling#the sandman netflix#he is still a medieval pesant at heart#hob the walking human archive#sandman headcanons#dreamling#dream of the endless
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Adventure 11 - Fake Superstition Turned Real
This all started from a casual lunch discussion. If you're not interested, you can skip to slightly further down.
I was having lunch with my team and it landed on a discussion about odd traditions certain people have. They were talking on and on and I was just bored out of my mind. I felt like I needed to contribute. So I came up with a fake tradition.
"Did yall know there are some people that believe if you have sex on Chinese New Year Eve, you will have a good relationship that year?"
"Really?" My manager asked
"Ya. Thats why so many people born in the end of year."
Instead of fact checking what i said, they started talking about how more people were born in the end of the year...
(Hopefully she doesn’t see this post lolll)
I thought that was the end of it. Till our weekly team drinks on Wednesday night. On that day, only one of my colleague, my manager and I could make it. We had drinks and just casually chatted. My colleague then had to leave early and just left my manager and I.
"That day, what you said during lunch, is it true?"
I got slightly confused before it clicked. I just said yes to see where it would go. And she started telling me how she telling me how she is no longer young and how she focused so much on her career but she don't want to be single.
I comforted her by telling her the standard "oh you should not settle stuff".
"Do you think it works a few weeks before the eve of CNY?"
"Errr welllll..."
"No harm trying your this superstition is guess? I had a good time last time too hahaha" she said.
She booked a grab to her place and we left the bar. In the car, she started touching my dick and feel it slowly get hard. I had the urge to just face fuck here there and then but held back. I wanted to return the favour, but she was wearing a tight pencil skirt with a low cut buttoned top making it difficult to keep it discrete. Part of her bra was on display and I could see the driver trying to get a look at it.
She told me she rents the place and stays alone. I could tell that she was slightly drunk as she did not care that the driver was there at all. She then said I could be as wild as I want.
Once we reached her place and her door closed, she tied up her hair and got on her knees to undo my pants. My cock sprang out and slapped her face. She proceeded to start stroking and her mouth started sucking on my balls. Seeing her face under my cock got me even harder. Before long, part of my dick was disappearing in her mouth.
It got sloppy real fast. I felt slightly bad that she was doing all the work. So I dragged her by her hair and walked her to the sofa. Once she was on the sofa in doggy position, I pulled up her skirt and to my delight, her panties was damp with her juices. She was already wet, ready for my dick. I pulled it down and placed my dick at the entrance.
"How desperate do you want it?"
"I need it master. This slut needs...AHHHH"
As usual, I did not wait for her to finish and thrusted it in. The back of her sofa was a mirror wall. I could see her eyes roll back as i continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. Moans filled the room to the point where i was slightly worried her neighbours would complain. But maybe they are used to her moans since she probably fucks alot.
"Fuck master.. Just like that.. Last time.. I had a dick... in my pussy.. was 5 years... ago..."
I was puzzled.
"I dont remember it feeling so good"
"Great. I want you begging for more."
I turned her around and continued fucking her missionary with my hands on her throat choking her.
"These shirt is blocking my access to your tits"
"Sorry master"
She began slowly unbuttoning her shirt. I, on the other hand, was not that patient. I pushed her hands away and rippied her shirt open. Buttons were flying everywhere and it revealed her heavily padded nude colour bra. As my cock continued in and out of her, I pulled the bra down and pulled on her tits. Using her nipples as handles to move her in and out of my dick.
I suddenly just stopped and walk to sit on the window seat. She looked at me in confusion as I stroke my dick looking at her.
"Crawl here and keep my dick warm slut"
"Yes master" she got on all 4s and crawled over on the cold hard floor. Once in front of me, she started moving her head up and down. Each time trying to get deeper and deeper.
"You like the taste of your juices?"
"Mhmmm" as she sucks away.
I wrapped her hair around my fingers and controlled her head movements. Without warning I would stop her head from coming up till she gagged. Tears were flowing out of her eyes and her make up ruined but she did not ask to stop.
Once I was satisfied with the wetness of my dick, I got her up and pressed against the window before fucking her hard. It was late and she stayed quite high up. So I was not too worried anyone would see.
"Yeaa moan out loud. Show your neighbourhood how much of a slut you are."
"im fucked... so sillyyy"
I gave her surprisingly nice ass a few good spanks and pulled her head back to degrade her more.
I was about to cum so I got her on her knees and she started stroking with both hands.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."
She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as instructed. With her eyes closed, I shot my cum all over her face. She licked the last few drips leaking out and cleaned it up like a pro.
"Don't forget me when you get a boyfriend okay?" I told her looking at her cum coated face. She smiled with one eye open as the other of covered in cum.
Slept on her sofa and went again in the morning for "extra luck" before heading to office.
The End
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We did chill together for abit after we washed up and talked about being fwbs. But the concern is that she is my direct manager. Drop me a message and let me know what do yall think?
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Protect You Pt. 2
(A/N): I went ahead and made a little outfit for the reader so we can have a visual for her! This is part 2 in the Protect You series! Part 3 will be dropping here shortly! Hope y’all enjoy 😊
Pairing: Colby Brock x ghost!fem!reader
Warnings: death, superstition, language, fighting, demons, paranormal activities, the usual ghost/pirate themes
A couple of hours passed as they spoke with some of the other people in the house, ones you had grown close with in your time here. You made sure to stay close to the guys and let them know if the spirit they were speaking with was good or not. If they encountered an angry spirit they would heed your frantic warnings and leave the room. They were beginning to get ready to leave when you were needed most. They were back in the parlor, you standing guard over them all, but particularly Colby. You had taken quite the liking to him specifically and realized that he was unaware of the abilities he possessed, leaving him the most susceptible.
They were talking amongst themselves, you standing behind Colby with your arms crossed over your chest, your stare set on the door in front of you. All of the sudden, you see movement on the floor coming towards the room. Quickly realizing what it was, you send the rempod into a wild fritz. The guys jump and realize you want to speak with them. Sam quickly turns on the spirit box and asks you if everything is okay.
“Crawler coming. Go stand in corner. I protect.”
They look around at each other, clearly trying to decide whether to do as you say or just book it out of the house.
“Please.”
“Okay, (Y/N). We’re going to the corner. Please be safe,” Colby says quickly, ushering the guy to the corner of the room.
Everything happened so fast. One second you’re directing the guys where to go, and the next, the Crawler is lunging itself at them. Throwing yourself in front of them you tackle it to the ground with a loud thump, causing them to jump behind you and grab onto each other, looking wildly around the room. The Crawler throws you off of it and tries to advance forward. Grabbing one of its creepy ass legs, you throw it across the room behind you, causing the glasses on the table behind you to shatter and the table to give out and crush under its weight.
“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT SHES FIGHTING SOMETHING,” screams Nate all in one breath.
Ignoring their yells, you continue your attack. Launching yourself at it, you pull the daggers on your back from their holster for the first time in centuries. Daggers made of pure silver, something your first, highly superstitious, captain insisted on before you went to the Walrus. At the time you only held onto them because they were nice daggers, but now you’re eternally grateful to your first captain and his bewildering fears. Because you came to learn that pure silver is the only thing that can hurt the Crawler and Shadow Man. Taking a swing at the beast before you, you land a blow, sinking the dagger into its shoulder. Letting out a grotesque wail, it flings you across the room where you skid to a stop right in front of the guys.
Jumping to your feet, you see that Shadow Man has decided to join in.
You sigh and let out a quiet, “…fuck.” Which the guys behind you seemed to have heard given the frantic yelling behind you asking if you’re okay. Not having time to let them know, you quickly deflect the Shadow Man’s attack while the Crawler recovers. For some reason, you have a flashback to your life aboard your first ship.
The waves crash against the side of the ship as you sail back to Nassau after your latest hunt. Captain Hornigold appears behind you, clapping a hand onto your shoulder.
“Yes, Captain?”
“(Y/N), there’s something you should know if we ever encounter another being like that again.”
He still seemed quite shaken up after he and the entire crew witnessed a spirit floating above the water after your catch. She didn’t really do anything to scare you, but when she lifted her hand to point at the Captain, he started shouting this word that you couldn’t quite understand. But after shouting it at her a couple of times, she dissipated completely.
“If you ever see anything like that, just shout the word ‘Exire’ until it leaves.”
“Uh… alright, Captain. May I ask what it means?”
“It’s Latin for be gone. If you do this, they will leave and not bother you again unless you invite it back.”
Coming back to the present, you’re confused for a split second as to why you would remember that now, but quickly realize why when the Crawler starts at you again.
“Exire!”
Both entities jolted slightly, but still advanced.
“Exire!!”
Again, they paused for a second before advancing once again.
“EXIRE!!”
That seemed to do the trick, as they began to shout angrily at you before disappearing.
Once they left a deafening silence fell over the room. You look around to take in the damage you had done to the room and heard behind you, “(Y/N)… are you still there…?”
You turn around to see the guys still huddled in the corner, clinging onto each other for dear life, all except Colby. He was standing a little ahead of them, wide eyed, and frantically looking around the room. You sigh a little, sad that they were so scared, but infinitely grateful that they were alright. You smile softly at Colby, even though he can’t see it, and walk over to the only lamp left that hadn’t been absolutely obliterated and tap it to turn it on. The guys let out a collective sigh of relief and you hear Colby murmur, “thank god you’re okay.”
“That was insane, (Y/N)! Kinda wish we could take you on all of our adventures,” said Sam while chuckling with the rest of them. After a second their laughter dies down and you see them glancing at each other like they’re actually considering it. While they take a moment to collect themselves you make your way back to the smaller mirror that was still intact and write, “you okay?”
They smile at each other, realizing you’re concerned about their well-being past simply making sure they survived the night. Colby somehow knows exactly where to look, almost like he’s looking directly at you when he says, “we’re okay, thank you so much for protecting us. That was amazing, (Y/N).”
Looking at him you realize you don’t want him to leave. You want him to stay and protect him and keep his company. But deep down you know that you couldn’t possibly ask that of him. So instead, you think about if you were to go with them. You desperately wanted out of this place, you deeply missed the open ocean and constantly seeing new things. It wouldn’t exactly be the same, but it would be better than staying here any longer. While you desperately wanted to leave with Colby, you weren’t sure if he would be okay with having an attachment. You decide it can’t hurt to at least ask, so you walk to the mirror again and write, “Come with you?”
They look at each other, understandably hesitant, and seem to be getting ready to deny you before, “Yes. You can attach to me.”
You turn to see Colby had stepped forward and was looking in your direction earnestly. You could sense that he understood how desperately you wished to leave and that you would never do anything to harm them. You smile and let out a sigh of relief and write, “Thank you.”
#colby brock x reader#colby brock x y/n#colby brock#Colby Brock x ghost!reader#sam and colby#fan fiction#colby brock imagine#pirate!reader#ghost!reader#protect you series
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König general/random headcanons
This is my first time literally ever doing this, so if it sucks I'm really sorry. This also took me freaking forever to put together cause my brains a mess, and even now I'm feeling like it isn't finished, even though it'd already SO LONG IM SORRY LOL. But it'll do for now. I'm also thinking about making a separate post for relationship and NSFW headcanons soon. I just uh. Haven't begun to really jot those thoughts down yet, eheh.
- despite his incredibly large size, if he doesn't want to be seen or noticed, he won't be. A good part of it due to his anxiety that brings a strong desire to avoid being the center of attention. Soft silent footsteps, slinking himself right into the most unnoticed parts of a place, encompassed in the shadows until by some chance, you catch a glimmer of those intense, unwavering, piercing eyes.
- those damn eyes, always scanning, observing, calculating. Staring right through your very soul. It'd be absolutely frightening if it weren't for his inability to not fidget slightly as he stared.
- not a man of many words either. Mostly made up of silent nods and gestures. Chit chat doesn't come easily to someone like him, so when he does speak, he speaks honest and direct. At times taken by others as too blunt or abrasive, contrary to his intentions.
- and of course once he's set loose on the battlefield, that quiet unnerving focus he exudes changes into something entirely different. Something *terrifying*. The embodiment of primal power, pure adrenaline, and even what may be a grotesque sense of humor and pleasure as he tears his way through the enemy
- part of it could be due to this sense of despair in his fellow man, maybe even humankind he feels. He knows too well of the evils that exist in this world, (and maybe the next he fears, for he is just as washed in blood)
- he admires his team a lot though, for their lack of judgement with him, and how they all work together so well, makes him appreciate their dynamics such as he appreciates pack animals in the wild.
- he deeply adores and respects nature and animals. And being the giant muscled athlete he is, lots of outdoor activities are very much to his liking. Hiking, rafting, climbing, etc. When in nature, he feels envy for the innocence and beauty he sees around him. As well as feeling a sense of relatability to the primal instincts and violence and death.
- because of the bullying he endured throughout his life, and because of his size, he would get into fights. A lot. To this day, it still happens actually. Usually ending up in bar fights. As much as he tries to keep himself from it, the habit is there, and he's never one to let rowdy douches in the bars get away with their nasty jabs and comments. He's also been known to get into some of these fights defending someone else. Can't stand to see bullying happen in front of him. But there's also this part of him that thinks he still goes out and gets into these fights because maybe deep down he enjoys it.
- can play the mouth harp. No I will not elaborate. Other than his deep love for music and desire to play instruments, but he always had a hard time being able to focus his hands. Often thought to himself his hands were only good for killing. Turns out he had a knack for the mouth harp though.
- I wouldn't go as far to say he's a religious or overly spiritual man, but he's very enthralled by things like old folklore, tales and stories of things in the wilderness that are best left unknown to man. Hes definitely experienced some things himself that he cant quite explain. One could say it's the cause of his respect and carefulness for the wild parts of the world around him. One could also say its just superstition. He's also very into learning about and hearing stories about such legends of other places, the countries his teammates are from, locals when he's traveling in an unfamiliar place, etc.
- if he is comfortable enough, like he is with his team, he's witty and snarky as fuck. He loves to banter and tell dry jokes and just being a little menace overall. Especially if he's enjoying some drinks and feeling loosened up.
- he has a soft side, and deep down is even a hopeless romantic, but even in his own mind, he's more monster than man. His gentleness is buried deep, except for his interactions with animals. He has always wanted a pet of his own, but knows with his way of life, it wouldn't be for the best. And something like a relationship, he doesn't even get any hopes up for.
- is also a bit of a pyromaniac.
- also a very prideful man. Which makes him competitive, and all the more reluctant to really open himself up. He hates feeling like anyone might be pitying him, and is forever in a mindset of proving himself, pushing himself, and becoming more and more stoic. The type to be most adamant about refusing help from someone.
- he's got an insanely quick wit, but also just incredibly smart and able to learn and pick up on things almost immediately. He's especially handy with things that are of the "take apart and put back together" variety. Hence why he was always fond of firearms.
- he knows women notice him, he notices them too. He knows he's attractive as well. But ever since a cruel joke played on him in his teen years, he finds it all the more difficult to trust women in any sort of romantic or intimate way. "Brawls with other men at least bring total honesty with them" he thinks. And all the better to keep him less distracted from work anyways, right?
- Roze basically forced him (and the whole squad) to learn how to braid to help her and Calisto before missions. König's actually pretty good at it too for it being a hand based task.
#könig#hes kind of sad#and messed up inside#könig imagine#könig headcanons#cod headcanons#mw2 headcanons#deff want to start some könig x reader type stuff soon#könig call of duty#if its giving you i can fix him vibes im on the right track lol#angst angst angst angst
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his lips still blue
rating: T | cw: hypothermia, supposed character death | tags: established relationship, supernatural/horror vibes | wc: 948
written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 2: Came Back Wrong
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Three days.
Steve was missing for three days and everyone already thought about the worst case scenario. Eddie blamed Chief Hopper for quelshing their hopes for pointing out how the recent snowstorm delaying the search was covering Steve’s tracks. Even Robin had bit her lip in thought so hard that it bled.
But Eddie refused to think about it. He didn’t even dare to let any of those thoughts contaminate the hope he kept nurturing in his chest. Because Steve always survived the toughest shit, no matter how bizarre it may be. A brutal fist fight with three men? He apologized about getting his sweater ruined despite his concussion and bleeding face. A wild bear attack that nearly took Will Byers? Steve was more worried about the kid than himself. Freak mall fires? He worried that Eddie would be mad at him for missing their anniversary date while being treated for third degree burns on his sides.
Getting lost in the woods and three and half feet of falling snow? He had to come back with an embarrassed smile and frostbite in his fingers and toes.
Eddie clutched the blankets tighter around him. He stared out the window for so long that his eyes ached. But he worried that if he looked away, even for just a minute, then Steve would be lost for good and wander endlessly. It was a silly superstition, but Eddie was a beggar at this point.
He shivered, the blankets barely substituting his husband’s steady warmth. He should probably make some tea but what’s a cup of tea going to do in bringing Steve back?
Knock. Knock.
Eddie startled, his gaze breaking away towards the front door. He gave out a sigh, got up from the couch, and shuffled towards it. Already the small hearth of hope in his chest is sputtering out with the image of Hopper giving the dreaded news. He burned that away as soon as it popped into his head.
“What is-” The words died in his mouth just as Eddie opened the door.
Steve stared back at him. His hat and gloves were missing, his jacket was partially covered with snow, and his lips were a startling blue. Alive.
Eddie immediately threw his arms around his husband, weeping and kissing him in relief without a care of how cold Steve’s lips felt.
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It took another few days for the hospital to allow Steve’s discharge. Despite the waning hypothermia and everyone’s prodding, Steve hadn’t explained the story of his absence. Only that he had been trekking through the woods as usual and… nothing.
Doctors presumed it might’ve been some traumatic amnesia from exposure. Honestly, Eddie couldn’t care less. He was just fucking glad Steve was back.
Steve was quiet on the way back. Eddie tried not to overwhelm him with his own questions, but kept him in a massive blanket pile. Steve was still horribly cold despite the heaters. It was a surprise that he wasn’t shivering either.
“I made you tea,” Eddie pushed a warm cup to his hands. He tried not to frown at how oddly chilly they felt. “Peppermint with honey and shredded cinnamon - your favourite.”
Steve just blinked down at the cup. His lips, once flushed back to color at the hospital, were paled into a bluish tint. He set the cup back down on the table. “I don’t want it.”
“You should really drink something warm, sweetheart. You’ve been outside for-”
“I like it cold.”
Eddie blinked. Waited for Steve to elaborate but instead his husband turned his eyes towards the same window Eddie had been looking out during the three days of hell.
Finally, Eddie sighed. Tugged Steve up by his hand, still cold against his own warm palms. “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”
He tucked in Steve extra diligently with another blanket and laid right next to him. It felt strange - his husband back to his side yet his usual warmth was barely radiating off his body. It worried Eddie and he made a mental note to go to the hospital in the morning if Steve’s body heat stayed like this.
Eddie thumbed lightly over Steve’s lips, still in that bluish tint. That worried him too. He whispered, “What happened out there, sweetheart?”
Steve said, “I like it cold.”
Somehow, Eddie fell asleep.
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Eddie woke up with a violent shiver. He blinked rapidly, vision adjusting to the dark. Once it did, he saw that the bedroom windows were wide open, letting in gusts of flurries.
He cursed, his hand reaching out automatically to Steve-
It patted on a cold, flat blanket instead.
Eddie was quick to jump out of bed, calling out Steve’s name. The entire cold was freezing and every window was open. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the front door was open, exposing the view to the woods where a trail of footprints led there.
He hurriedly put on his warmest jacket and boots as he rushed outside. The crunching of snow seemed to echo louder than calling out Steve’s name.
He kept his eyes on the footprints, sucking in frigid air into his lungs as he ran.
His hands felt numb already. He put the gloves on, had he?
Eddie licked his lips once, wincing at the chapness.
He stumbled over something and fell into the snow. It bit through his face, stung it to one expression as Eddie lifted his head up.
Steve was in front of him. His hands were already on Eddie’s cheeks, thumbing away the snow. Then he leaned his head in.
Eddie only caught a glimpse of his still-blue lips before his eyes shuttered shut at the much-needed warmth.
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god I am just having such a great fucking time I've missed being an active part of the DW fandom I really have
rambling flailing-my-arms thoughts for anyone who wants them about Wild Blue Yonder below
HIGH. BUDGET. MIDNIGHT. WHAT THE FUCk. OH MY GOD I LOVE WHEN DOCTOR WHO DOES FUCKED UP COSMIC HORROR.
I forgot how terrifying the Miss Evangelista Face Warp Effect could truly be
I FUCKING LOVE EPISODES THAT JUST. GIVE REALLY GREAT ACTORS SOME REALLY GREAT CHARACTER WORK I AM ETERNALLY A SUCKER FOR THE "IM PLAYING TWO DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF THE SAME BODY AT THE SAME TIME" SHIT IT'S SUCH. GOOD. TV. JADFLKSDLFKJSDFLASDKFLSD;JF
They have got to fucking explain what's going on with Mavity, they wouldn't just. Write that whole sequence with Newton and Gravity being named something different. It's gotta Mean Something.
To be meta about some of the writing, it's soooooo smart to have Everyone's Fave David Tennant up there doing all the Queer Shit like acknowledging Newton is hot bc it's suchhhh a good way to grease the skids for what is, inevitably, going to be SUCH a queer era of DW with Ncuti. And by putting this all up front, it really does weed out the bad earlier than later so it can't be pinned on Fifteen specifically. Bc I really don't want to see that happen
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW TEN DONNA WAS IN THE SEQUENCE WHERE THEY GOT UPSET WITH EACH OTHER. The way she chastised the DOCTOR for wandering off. And the little Sniff of Indignation. It's SO FUckinG fascinating to see Post-Metacrisis Donna bc her character is Inevitably Somewhat Changed and it's SOOOO COOOL
THE PRACTICAL. FUCKING. EFFECTS. I CANNOT GET OVER IT. THE BEHIND THE SCENES WAS SO COOL I HATE THOSE FUCKING ARMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think one post really recapped it well, I'll have to reblog it - it just makes my blood boil all over again for Jodie is that like. I got more emotional catharsis out of Fourteen working through the Flux conversation with Not Donna than I did out of the end of Jodie's run. I'm realizing it's not even that I didn't like a lot of Chibnall's ideas - I DO! It's the lack of emotional follow through! LET THIRTEEN EMOTE AND EMOTE HEAVILY.
Tennant really is still the actor ever, you can so easily see 11, 12, 13 and a touch of something new in all of his performance and it's FABULOUS it's so obviously Not Ten and I know everyone is saying it but it's so reassuring (this take stolen from @peanutbutter-nutella bc of course we were flail-texting <3)
WHAT ABOUT THE SALT SUPERSTITION WHERE ARE WE GOING WITH THIS
God. God. Anyway. So far, RTD2 is really forcing me to reckon with my own biases and hypocrisies too, because I find myself going "fuck yeah more of THAT" and then realizing it's functionally the same as something from (gestures at everything from Eleven to Thirteen). And frankly it's making me fall back in love with more of the show all over again. And appreciating each piece for what it is, and where it falls short, and how that can still... be okay. I just really, REALLY love this silly show
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PART TWO.
#!WHO; SUKUNA the demon ft. Gojo Satoru
#!CC: deadoves! physical violence, graphic dialogue.
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The demon decides to make his presence known. And he discovers more than expected unfortunately for you.
A week had passed since your arrival. You called the realtor as you had vowed to do, making sure every issue was taken care of. The doors, vents, and lights were tended to, as a day following your first arrival, they suddenly blew out.
One thing that weirded you out was the smell. When you complained about the sickening odor of something rotten in your bedroom, the men merely stared back at you confused and concerned. They claimed they didn’t smell anything of what you described even when you literally dragged them to the area it the strongest.
Aside from that, you were growing accustomed to the new house as you settled in. Freshly unpacked and ready to experience this new chapter in your life. A few days passed before the vehicle shipping service arrived with your car. Promising to become friendly with other people, you took a ride out, enjoying the way the fall breeze blew against your face.
Of course the townsfolk were a bit nervous, barely speaking a couple words to you before asking how you were settling into the house. It didn’t take a lot of these interactions before you stuck to routined responses.
“The change in scenery was much needed and I am not disappointed!”
“I think the decision to move here was a great one!”
“It’s nice.”
Of course, they took an interest in your optimistic attitude but you also noticed a brief flash of pity as if they knew something so bad that they couldn’t dare to inform you of. You didn’t want to know or care really. Every town had its superstitions and you weren’t going to let this one’s deter you from fully escaping like you planned.
After trying to get to know your odd neighbors, you eventually gave up, feeling that it wasn’t even worth it if they were constantly treating you like some display. So, you kept to yourself, only venturing out to shop for necessities and avoided the elderly ladies that would try to stop you on the sidewalks. You instead opted for using your car to go the opposite direction towards rural areas, finding worthy sights to photograph.
Before long, your quaint corner became filled with tangible evidence of the beauty in the almost desolate town.
“Shit,” You mumbled, your index finger being immediately pressed into your mouth. You glowered at the photo, eyeing the sharp edges. With a sigh, you stepped down onto the bottom rung of the step-ladder, sitting down against the first. You didn’t realize how much work this would be.
Suddenly, your phone vibrated against the desk.
[GOJO]
OMW with Thai!
lotta wild animals over here snow white
You smiled, rolling your eyes at his message.
As if. See you soon
As you were about to return to your previous task, coldness wrapped around you again, halting your movements with a violent shiver. That fucking chill. That coldness that seemed to follow you around the house. The iciness that never seemed to let you go.
The demon stood across the room, watching as you ran your hands over your arms. He honestly loved the look of hopelessness and bewilderment when you watched the maintenance crew go that day. He could probably guess that they thought you were crazy, talking about smells and chills. He fed off those fleeting moments of despair when they turned away.
He stood at the room entrance, thick arms taut as his hands gripped the top of the molding. As he stretched, tongue laved hungrily over his lips. Over the past few days, while you’d been trying to grow accustomed to the house, he’d been busy trying to make you as uncomfortable as possible.
He started off small, running into your mortal body, filling you up with the icy chill of his presence. Opening and closing doors that you knew yourself you didn’t leave. Stealing your clothes. He fed off the surprise, nervousness, and fear you strongly emit. But the most delicious he’d tasted was the reaction you blessed him with when you entered your bedroom one day to find precious photos ripped up and strewn across the floor.
Devastation was a good look on you.
After that, he backed off , letting you come up with your rational explanations for a while.
“They can feel the draft. They just don’t wanna spend another moment in here, those bastards.”
“Perhaps there’s a breeze catching the doors. And the weak frames could explain why they won’t stay closed.”
“Maybe there's a rat in here. But they can’t climb…”
It was amusing in a way.
Sukuna’s tongue traced over his teeth, glaring eyes falling to the peaks of your hardened nipples. As you rubbed your arms, your chest was squished in the process, pushing up your breasts slightly to reveal the tempting soft curves of your mounds just above the cloth.
His eyes lingered a bit longer before shifting back to yours, his lust always there but never sated.
“Always so damn cold,” You muttered, turning towards the closet. You were inches from the door before you paused staring directly through him. He who decided to get closer. The hairs on your body stood and the chill seemed to intensify.
When he first encountered you, he had his suspicions that you were aware of his presence. That you could actually see him. You responded to his presence in a way that he had never seen before and had spent time trying to figure out why. His unbeating heart seeming to strum in anticipation, as this was the most he’d been amused in decades.
He wanted to get a thorough taste of your unease, but before he could step closer to him, you’d taken a shaky step to the back before turning completely, rushing from the bedroom.
Nausea settled in the pit of your stomach as you paced the long hallway, shaking slightly.
Something wasn’t right. The chill was stronger somehow, but it sent goosebumps up your arms at something else. You felt as though you were being surveilled. Your every move, you emotions, you felt drained. The chill was something different, something ...unnatural.
Logically, it was insane of you to feed into that superstitious crap. You laughed dryly.
Sukuna appeared at the end of the hall, watching intently as you tried to rub warmth back into your body, a concentrated look on your face.
He clicked his tongue and a menacing smile took hold of his features. You had stilled, turning toward where he stood, eyes darting around for the source of the noise.
God, am I hearing things now?
Hunger and amusement sparked in his eyes as his form wavered into the golden streaks of the sun. You paused, holding your breath. Waiting and waiting for...something.
He smiled as his stomach fluttered in excitement in what he was about to do.
Suddenly, a snarl broke through the silence, only a hairlick from your face. You stumbled back with an instinctive scream, eyes clenching as you scrambled up and in the direction of the stairs.
Three were taken a few at a time as you ran down, nearly stumbling . Sukuna remained on the top step, squatted, his hand between his open legs in a predatory stance. He licked his teeth again, feeling a delicious rush flow through him. Through your frantic running, you knocked into the wall, causing the cloth to fall.
You gasped in terror as you sped forward, the image burned to memory.
You couldn’t see it but you could feel it again. You didn’t know what exactly you were running from or who that…thing was in the portrait but there was no time to stop and think. Adrenaline coursed through you, driving your feet towards the door.
You just knew you had to get out of the house which seemed a whole lot smaller now. You felt you were suffocating, your breath being taken away each second you remained.
The front door was in sight, your shaky hands inches from the handle. The bottom lock was twisted before you felt yourself being ripped away, crashing hard against the hardwood floor feet away. Wheezing, your vision burned with tears as you rolled over, holding your ankle. The fall wasn't pleasant and you could feel your leg pulsating with pain. Even through your hazy vision you could see the quick way the bottom lock twisted back with a definite click, locking you in the house.
Backdoor.
With a broken whine, you turned around, facing the entrance of the kitchen. You shakily stood to your good leg, immediately falling sideways against the wall. You hit the floor once more, a strangled cry passing your quivering lips.
The demon watched from the foyer hungrily as you struggled toward the second exit. He could hear the clattering of various items hitting the floor and your frustrated cries of distress.
Seeming miles away from the sliding glass door rather than inches, you stood once more, ignoring the intense throbbing in your ankle.
You’ll charge. You’ll keep going until you felt the dirt beneath your feet, and keep going until you run into the first person you saw albeit how insane you looked. That was the plan.
You now stood, arms stretched inches from the door as you hobbled forward. But as you got closer he saw your eyes widen in absolute terror, quivering lips muttering,
“No, no, no,” at the familiar chill that enveloped you. He snarled again, almost causing you to fall backwards.
You willed yourself to to move forward anyway, wanting to rush past the icy barrier but seconds later, you were landing backwards against the floor again, the wind nearly knocking out of your lungs. Whatever remained was used to release a defeated sob, as you covered your leaking eyes.
“This is h-happening. It's not real—” Your words were cut off by a sudden tightness around your throat, cutting your air flow. The world around you darted in and out of darkness as you struggled fruitlessly against the sensation. You really thought you were going to die as your flailing arms began to slow their movements, mouth parting to release shallow breaths.
Im really going to die. Im really goimg to im really going to die—
Your thoughts were frantic as you struggled against the force. Sukuna was above you, hungrily drinking in your fear, his hands practically shaking as they were wrapped around your skinny, mortal neck. It was until he felt the last of your breaths slipping that he released you. When he did, you gasped, hands reaching for nothing as you laid there gasping hungrily at the burning oxygen, too shaken to even move.
He leaned down directly in front of your face, eyes looking directly into yours but knowing you couldn't see him. You smelled so good… His voice was grating against your spine as he twisted his face up to sneer,
“Am I real enough for ya’?”
Eyes shooting wide open, you scrambled to stand ignoring the pain.
He wasn’t going to let you slip away yet. Not after this discovery. Grabbing your hurt ankle, he slammed you against the wall, his hand slipping firmly around your neck to sit you up. Pain surrounded you, leaving you dazed and afraid.
You could feel the sensation practically smothering you with its presence now. As if replacing your oxygen with its icy chill. What scared you the most was the fact that you couldn’t see it. But you could identify it as the very same presence that you encountered your first day here. You sobbed harder at the realization.
He observed your crying and terrified reactions until his eyes narrowed. You could feel knives digging into your throat.
“You’ve known.” You shook your head to the best of your ability, trying to block out the demanding gruff voice that belonged to no one you could see.
This pissed him off; if he asked a question he expected a fucking answer. His hand tightened, eyes drinking in the bruises that were beginning to form.
“P-Please, no more!” You choked.
“I don’t like fucking repeating myself. But I will make an exception for a clueless little bitch like you. You’ve known since day one, didn’t ya?”
You studied at the space in front of you as if hoping you could visibly make sense of what the hell was going on.
“No!” You stuttered out, responding to the darkness that surrounded you. Your heavy sobs dissolved into uncontrolled sniffles and breathing. A metallic taste spread throughout your mouth as you then realized you’d been biting your lip to keep your teeth from chattering.
You didn’t hear the voice for a couple seconds until you felt the pressure on your neck release. You sunk back against the wall, afraid to move despite the cold grip leaving you. Given how easily you were thrown before, resisting, you felt, would be fatally futile.
“You’re lying,” You finally heard, his accusation sending your breath hitching. You shook your head, vision blurring up again. “I know you are.”
Anger rose like bile in his throat, threatening to take over but a couple deep breaths calmed him down. He waited until he could speak before continuing in a more controlled manner.
“It’s like… It’s like you can see me right?” He paused, observing the look in your eye. You knew exactly what he was talking about.
“N-No, I can’t see.” You muttered.
He leant forward, engulfing his nose with your scent. He smelled blood, and after inspecting the small gape through your shaky parted lips, he knew your mouth was the source.
He wanted a taste so bad but he was perfectly content with the frightened state you were in, exuding involuntary waves of dread and despair. It was so strong especially when he nuzzled his face against your neck, sending a violent shiver through your body. Daringly, he parted his lips to run his tongue along your skin, tasting—actually tasting the saltiness of your sweat.
Glancing down, you realized your hands seemed to be unknowing in what they were doing and feeling. They shook with the subtle coolness as they appeared balled around something that felt like fabric.
But there was nothing there, just air. Throaty laughter filled your ears and you yelped, cowering further against the wall, wishing you could disappear into its surface. Coolness wrapped around your chin, tilting your head to the side to reveal your neck.
“Like how I feel?” It whispered, voice low and menacing. You cried out and balled your fist away from it, cowering further against the wall.
You knew you needed to get away, every fibre in your being screaming at you to do so. Whatever this thing was, you felt that it was becoming more sure of itself each passing second as if you were opening doors to opportunities and abilities.
With a shaky breath you thrusted your hands forward, shoving against it as hard as you could. You felt it give away and wasted no time in scrambling to your feet. Wincing in the painful throbbing from your ankle, you limped as fast as you could away from the wall and out of the kitchen.
You only made it to the den before you were tackled to the ground, a flash of blinding pain coursing through your arm as it collided into the hardwood. Rolling over, you tried to sit up but the attempt was feeble as you were slammed back down, heavy pressure settling on top of your torso.
You were pinned.
“You shouldn’t have done that bitch.” His hands closed around your wrists, tightening and causing you to cry out. It felt like they would break if he continued but that was the last of his worries. His tongue ran over his sharp canines as his head lowered.
“N-No!”
Suddenly, rapid knocks on the front door sounded through the air followed by your friend’s panicked voice calling your name.
With a growl, his head snapped towards the door and his eyes narrowed when he heard the noise again.
“Ho-ho-hoo, you’re so fuckin’ lucky,” He sneered, backing away. “I’ll see you soon enough though.”
Annoyance bubbled through him as he snarled at the door. He then shifted into the shadows, disappearing into nothing.
Shakily, you rose to your feet and stumbled towards the door. Satoru stood, holding greasy plastic bags of takeout in his hands which were immediately dropped to the ground upon the sight of you.
“Wh-What the hell?” He gasped, rushing forward. The adrenaline dissipated, leaving you exhausted and cold. Your legs buckled and Satoru wrapped his arms around you, his body falling to the ground too.
“Did a bear break in?” He exclaimed, brows furrowed in concern.
You had nothing to say to him as he sat with you in the open doorway of the manor, holding you as your eyes stared ahead blankly at the outside world past the porch, driveway and gates. To the pretty decorated lawns and flitting wild life past the ugly patches of dirt.
Nearby the birds chirped and the breeze blew dust across the splotches of grass in the front yard. You heard the creaking of the front gate as it slowly opened.
But all your mind could focus on was the single phrase that had been muttered in your ear before you were released. The phrase that sent shivers down your spine from the mere thought of it.
Sukuna.
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Somewhere in America, a plain, able-bodied man of average build was selected for entry to the local Vault by the Societal Preservation Program. His name and history are lost to time. Shortly before the bombs fell, this chosen test subject heeded the instructions of Vault-Tec, and was able to reach Vault 77 safely.
At the end of the world, the unremarkable man approached the gaping maw of his new home, but nobody came to greet him. He called out, and, hearing no response, searched for signs of his new neighbors. In the second hour, he beat his fists against the indifferent Vault door in a display of despair, crying out for it to reopen. "You forgot all the other fucking people!!" he screamed in futility. As the bombs fell, his pleas filled the vacuous bunker, resonating weakly throughout its chambers, never to be answered.
Some time thereafter, the lonely man awoke to cries of regicide. The King had been found murdered in a grisly fashion, his head torn from his body. The dweller of Vault 77 called out to the merciful Lord, and the merciful Lord did not answer.[1] Losing his composure, he roiled in the throes of manic paranoia for some time.[1][3]
The man could not imagine that Granny or Reverend Hound were capable of such a brutal act, leaving the Boy as the only possible culprit.[1] Soon thereafter, the dweller privately confronted the Boy.[1]
Vault Boy not only confessed to the murder, but accused the man of being his accomplice. The dweller knew it would not be long before the sheriff-reverend would come for them both, and resolved to flee.[1] He made preparations to abandon the Vault, with no choice but to work together with the ruthless Machiavellian murderer who had decapitated his master.[1]
The man was eventually successful in leaving the Vault. Having failed to protect the King, he wandered the roads as an unassuming rōnin for some time, developing his abilities.[1] The unforgiving wasteland offered no wild horses to break, so he forged a bond with a giant ant named Mr. Pinch, and rode around on it.
Along his travels, he broke bread with a mysterious one-armed ghoul draped in the tatters of a Vault suit with no identifiable number.[1]
A friend to the meek folk, the ghouls, and the gentle beasts of the wasteland, he alone rose up against the tyrants of the region, and he alone reduced their works to bone and ash.[1] With Vault Boy as his right hand lieutenant, he stood in judgment of the wicked people of the New World.[1]
Two hundred years later, guilty men speak in hushed tones of a mythical hunter of slavers, and the sight of his number fills their ilk with anxiety and superstition.[2] His legend haunts their oral traditions, as they dread ever more the merciless return of the stranger with no name.[2]
The location and living status of the dweller of Vault 77 are currently unknown.
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*cracks fingers*
FIRST AND FOREMOST are there different types of dragon shifters based on ethnicity. i.e. shifters of Asians descent are they "Chinese dragons"? Do we have drakes or wyrms? Do they look more like Smaug in the Hobbit or (my personal favorite) like Draco in Dragonheart?
How big are....actual dragons? How big do the dragon shifters get? have watched How to Train your Dragon Too Much Can we ride them?
Actually are there still dragons left in the "wild"?
If so are they like a protected species or do people just leave them alone cause they have the advantage of, quite frankly, being a fucking dragon? If not how did they die out?
Are there scales/blood/horns/ect useful in alchemy? Is there a racket for dragon parts? Or if they are not useful, is there still an underground market because of superstition that they are useful?
Can dragons speak somehow? Magic or otherwise?
...CAN THEY BREATHE FIRE? (Any ideas lore wise why?) Tagging on, can shifters once shifted breathe fire?
Are they able to manifest scales out of the shifted form this would be beyond useful in a fight and so damned cool?
Speaking of scales, does the color mean anything? Like bloodline/clan/house, from a specific region, or personality?
Do any of them have noticeable features in their human forms? Like fangs/scales/claws/reptilians eyes/this shouldnt be so sexy, I shouldnt want to grab them horns ?
Dragons in lore are infamously territorially and possessive. Are dragons in this IF the same? Do the shifters experience a reflection of that?
The gold thing, do dragons have that? Do the shifters at all have a fetish preference for gold?
It was mentioned that there was...tests to become a dragons shifted fated mate. Could a human undergo these, and live? If they cant would that mean anything per say in the long run between the couple?
Are there different types of dragon shifters?
There could, in theory, be. However, there aren’t any at the given moment due to the history between dragons and the realm that the majority of supernatural species reside within.
Are there drakes and wyrms?
There are! Just not any within this realm. At least none that stay for too long.
What do dragons look like?
Dragons have a variety of appearances, but Dragon Shifters typically take on the form of what you’d recognize as a normal dragon (Inheritance Cycle // Dragonheart // Etc). In fact, there are even some Night Fury type dragons within their realm too.
The biggest dragons, that Dragon Shifters do not take the form of, are actually wyverns (think Game of Thrones for their appearance).
How big are actual dragons?
Actual dragons can range through a variety of sizes— some are as small as a cat (though they’ve never appeared in the mortal realm). The biggest, as I’ve mentioned before being wyverns, can have a wingspan of upwards of 200 feet.
How big do Dragon Shifters get?
Dragon Shifters can have a wingspan ranging from 40 to 80 feet.
Can you ride a dragon?
In theory? Yes.
In reality? You’d more likely get fried instantly.
Dragons have to trust another being implicitly in order for them to allow you to become their rider, something that very few people are able to accomplish, much less so within a realm that has a history it does with them.
Are there any dragons left in the wild?
Within this world? No. Not really.
However, all dragons are wild. A dragon is not a slave, you’ll never be able to truly tame its spirit. Even if you were to be its rider.
Are they a protected species?
Very much so. Though they rarely ever come into this realm anymore. The Voltaire Family has a direct connection to the entrance into the Draconic Realm within Transylvania; something that’s bonded them to that realm as they were the family that stood in front of the ones that wished to ransack the nesting grounds and steal the defenseless eggs (as no one would be stupid enough to go after a fully grown dragon).
Dragons aren’t dead nor are they extinct, but one could easily make that distinction as very few still remain within the mortal realm. The majority of them stay within their own realm (think of it like a Westeros/Middle Earth type place).
Are there scales/blood/horns/etc useful in alchemy?
Absolutely, but good luck getting them.
Is there a racket for them?
Yes. The Voltaire Family has been constantly met with offers of various amounts of money in order to allow people to be able to get said materials (they’ve refused every time and have killed the ones making said offers).
Can dragons speak somehow?
No, but some of have said that a bond between a dragon and its rider can lend to an emotional connection that doesn’t need words to understand.
You could probably charm a dragon to be able to speak, and if it allowed you to do so, if it’s something you really wanted to see.
Can dragons breathe fire?
Yes. Dragonfire is one of the hottest things in existence. Hotter than even hellfire.
Can Dragon Shifters breathe fire once shifted?
They absolutely can but, like with Phoenixes, their fire isn’t as hot as the actual thing. It’s still pretty fucking hot though.
Can Dragon Shifters manifest scales when in a fight?
If they have enough control? They absolutely can, but it takes a while to master, and, to the inexperienced, can expend a lot of energy that may be needed in other areas of the fight.
Do scales denote anything of importance?
Not typically, but some people commonly give the various scale colors their own meaning (even if it doesn’t mean anything). Like red dragons typically being seen as warriors.
Only real dragons, mainly seen in wyverns, will have two shades to their scales (again think of GoT). Not all dragons will though (it’s just something that’s not seen within shifters).
Do any of them, being Dragon Shifters, have any notable draconic features when in their human form? Fangs/Scales/Claws/Reptilian Eyes/Horns?
Some can, yes! It truly depends on the Clan of Dragon Shifters though. Some Clans, like with Lexa and Zephyr, do not have horns but others do (though horns are seen on male Dragon Shifters; the opposite of Dark Fae, wherein horns appear only on females).
Reptilian eyes just varies from person to person. Some can have them, some cannot. Scales and fangs don’t really make an appearance unless the shifter wishes them to do so.
Are dragons territorial and/or possessive?
Completely. They’ll defend what is theirs to the death.
Are Dragon Shifters the same way?
Yes, but it’s not to the same extreme.
Do dragons have a thing for gold?
I mean… Some could, but it’s not an overall thing.
Do Dragon Shifters?
Beside the actual worth of it? Not really, but again there are special individuals within each group.
Could a human undergo the Dragon Trials and live?
Not at all. No other supernatural species could either. As they’re designed for Dragon Shifters only.
What would that mean for the couple in the long term?
The Trials are a way to showcase to their potential mate that they’ll be a good protector. Usually when it involves two Dragon Shifters it’s decided between them who will take that role. When it comes to other species? It’ll only ever be them. Their instincts, their entire being, would not allow it to be any other way. It’s in their genes to protect their mate, especially if they’re the one that’s given the “role” of it. The protector is also the more dominant between the two… So, I wouldn’t ever romance a Dragon Shifter if you prefer to be the more dominant one (unless you were a Dragon Shifter and could take over that role).
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My thoughts on Wild Blue Yonder! A little late because the time between the 60th anniversary episodes almost exactly lined up with a visit from my girlfriend. We had a great time, and watched this episode together, but I didn't want to take enough time away from her to write this!
When I saw some EU fans joking about how the episode was going to be an adaptation of Scherzo, I wasn't prepared for how many similarities it had. And it was soooo good. I love some really fucking great Doctor Who. I loved the horror aspect, I loved the duologue aspect, I always love a mystery opening act where the Tardis team has to search for clues and theorise about where they've landed. Oh and a shape-shifter who takes on someone's whole identity and thoughts is a concept that always tickles my fancy.
One of the few nitpicks I have is that I'm not quite sure how the countdown/shifting corridors and the robot connect: if they're part of the same self-destruct system, why is the robot seemingly much older than the ship? If they're not part of the same system, why is there a countdown to the moment the robot presses the button? Why not just have the ship destroy itself, and why would the ship need to 'reconfigure itself to become a bomb' if it had a self-destruct? But (much like Heaven Sent, which the solitary shifting setting is reminiscent of,) the small logic hiccups don't really take anything away from how good the episode is.
A slightly larger nitpick is that the ending isn't the strongest, with the TARDIS coming back right when and where the Doctor was thinking that it should, and then the Doctor realising he picked the wrong Donna because of a miniscule detail (that the audience couldn't pick up on, so it feels a bit of a cheat and a cheap emotional shot). So some of RTD's most common flaws there, but again the negatives really don't stack up to much compared to the quality of the rest of it. Also, I didn't notice the Tardis screen at the end that showed a scan of Donna's arm until my rewatch, and, in classic me fashion, it put me in mind of a random Dr Who EU story. In this case, Project: Nirvana where the Doctor reveals that the Tardis automatically scanned someone coming onboard and flagged an eldritch-monster-shaped issue with her. It does make me wonder if the Doctor thought to scan Donna himself, or if the Tardis did it (and he took the credit, perhaps trying not to think about how he might never have noticed).
But that's enough with nitpicks, what are some other fantastic bits? The throwaway phrase "goosebumps like Braille" is rad as hell, and would've made a great episode title I think. I've had ideas before about the Doctor's compulsion to think and solve problems in front of him being a direct threat, so it was cool to see that idea here. The Doctor worrying about 'invoking a superstition at the edge of the universe' at the end was a vague but incredibly compelling hook for future plots, and infinitely more interesting than the Meep's final line from the previous episode. I love all the tiny subtle ways the not-things were off and unsettling, as well as all the ways that were so over-the-top that I was laughing through my shocked horror.
The Timeless Child and Flux references were fantastic peeling back of the Doctor's emotional walls, and it was nice tying in with what is technically the show's previous season, even though it came out 2 years ago now. Also... it's a little hard to mention those references without dunking on Chibnall in comparison, who didn't tap into the Doctor's emotional state anywhere near as intensely in several years as this episode did in one scene (You could tie this into the Doctor regenerates into what they need/opposite theories, with Thirteen being a relatively repressed Doctor and Ten Point Three being a relatively expressive Doctor). It was particularly nice to have the show actually establish what the consequences of the Flux actually were, because god knows Thirteen's episodes weren't interested in doing that. On my rewatch of series 13 a few months ago, I was amazed at how basically every element of the Flux is confused and contradictory, and at the end my brother and I were convinced that the Ood in the Division ship (or God Ood as we started calling him) must have reversed the very almost total destruction of the universe, because the show simply refused to acknowledge any of that destruction itself. I guess they split the difference and said half the universe. But unpicking the bizarre illogic of the Flux is a whole other post.
Keeping in mind that the next episode hasn't come out yet, Wild Blue Yonder feels wildly out of place in the middle of an anniversary trilogy. A trilogy where the bookends are RTD modern-day blockbusters filled with fan-favourite character returns and niche villains from the show's long history, and the middle is a limited-cast sci-fi psychological/eldritch horror. But that absurdity detracts from the episode in absolutely no way whatsoever.
And speaking of absurdity; the mounting hype and talk of big things happening in the next episode, on top of bringing back a long-forgotten old villain and a long-awaited new Doctor, is just making it more and more ridiculous that the episode is called The Giggle. I can't wait for it though, I'm really enjoying these specials.
#my thoughts#dw spoilers#donna#ten#suuuch a good episode#hard not to dunk on Chibnall when I say I'm enjoying TV Dr Who much more than I have in ages
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okay ya'll i got another question. what do you think the architectural styles in revachol are like? are there any reoccurring design elements throughout the game or is just old buildings:tm:? i've noticed hexagons, wood, metal, and large pane glass windows, but that's about it.
if you think about the different eras of revachol here's kinda what you get. LONG FUCKING THOUGHTS ABOUT ARCHITECTURE INCOMING (2k words. i did it again. i went on a tangent). warning for mentions of genocide, mentions of culture erasure, colonization shit, racism, classism, etc
in the beginning, first settlements:
before revachol was the revachol of current-era, it was a bunch of settled townships. i feel like there's an indigenous population here that has been since wiped out / only pockets remain. that's colonization for you! but i also feel like the indigenous population got worked into the culture of revachol as well. there's old, old pagan roots that seep through and into everything. the basis of revachol's culture is found in these pagan roots, mixed in with the culture of every nation in elysium to make one revacholian/insulindean culture.
at some point the townships, villages, and cities all unified into one Large city of Revachol. this is known as the Unification. i'm not sure where the original revachol was. there were a lot of folk-style houses and frontier-type buildings. architecture wasn't really something payed attention to: people just built what they could where they wanted to build it in the way they new how to build. so i think like old, wild-west type frontier shit, but all sorts of different folk influences from the countries they emigrated from. it might even have been less-sophisticated than that, considering it was 380 years ago. maybe stuff like the church in martinaise
all the old suzerainty monarchy buildings and neighborhoods:
(in jamrock especially, which i think is the heart of revachol and where the monarchy used to be. the old wealth in west revachol vs the new wealth and gentrification and corporate greed now in revachol east. at some point the monarchy decided jamrock would be the new heart of the world, it being in the center of revachol as well.)
(cont. under cut, this is long)
after the unification, as the monarchy builds up, you get an era of mass-urban planning, reworking the old neighborhoods into new, architecturally designed ones to give revachol a unified sense of culture. there's a LOT of different leaders, so there's a LOT of different architectural styles that come out of these eras, based on what the leader was interested in / if they even cared about rebuilding
the styles probably have various influences from revachol's various imports: samara (the apricots), iilmaraa (marble and tobacco. this is definitely a HUGE influence bc they would build all their palaces out of this marble; i think they probably have something like ile marat revival, which is just copying ancient iilmaraan temples and cities), semenine (sugar), and cocaine from mundi. underneath all of it is the original insulindean folk architectural styles, and the original folk beliefs, superstitions, and religions
here's a few styles from this era that i think would be there:
the monarchy based off old-world temples and churches. holy and powerful. these are the oldest
residential and neighborhoods of a sort of "mundi revival" which is replicating the styles of the home country (bc these r colonists that come in). a nostalgia for the world left behind
then art deco and art nouveau, but it wouldn't be like our art deco and art nouveau. maybe the nouveau is oceancore instead of leaves and flowers? maybe the deco has to do with airships? conquering the pale? sunrise and light? not sure. these represent the progress and the "golden age" in a way that is futuristic and forward-looking.
GOLD from the Filippe III reign, and maybe gold is synonymous with downfall? bc i know that the cocaine and the gold era is when revachol really went to the pits. i feel this style turns away from the art found in the old government/monarchy buildings, the revival styles, and the deco and nouveau styles. tasteless, gaudy trash that represents as much opulence and luxury as possible. i feel like this sets revachol's standard for wealth and luxury: revachol east's new buildings are still based off the filippean gold style. this is the newest architectural style of the golden era of the suzerainty
not sure who's reign is the one of mass urban planning. someone gets it in their head that revachol should have wide boulevards, big parks, and a metro and tram system (like what happened in paris, france in the 1930s). maybe Flippe II, the Opulent? but im not sure how the technology would line up. regardless, by the time the communists take over in 02, revachol has been urban planned the shit, old old neighborhoods destroyed, a big, sprawling, sometimes nonsensical metro put in, electric lamps put in, a trolley system put in. modernized. during this era of modernization was when the most art deco and art nouveau styles came in, so a lot of the "newer" stuff (before the gold craze) such as the trolleys and the metro and the electricity and the power plants and the promenades and boulevards, etc. are in this style. a lot of this urban planning also stems out of the inherent racism and classism in the concept of "urban blight" and needing to "prettify" the city, ie erase the poor and/or immigrant neighborhoods and make this a beautiful, white city again (we're a revacholian, insulindean people, not a mixed melting pot. very western european ideals)
the only thing always left untouched are the massive temples of the monarchy, built out of iilmaraan marble and other imports from the rest of elysium (being the original center of the world, revachol is full of all sorts of influences from everywhere. not sure about seol. seol's closed its gates, so not a lot of stuff comes out of there, i think)
the commune:
communism is about give everyone everything equally. whoever was leader of communist insulinde / revachol at the time (in between the civil wars) started a mass systematization project.
so they started bulldozing all the suzerainty-era revival, deco, and nouveau neighborhoods and replacing them with huge, monolothic, wall-like apartment blocks so everyone has equal living spaces. mass housing projects! yippee! now everyone has somewhere to live at least
communism comes with an attempt at coming up with a Single Unified Revacholian Culture which includes no religion, glorification of industry and agriculture (ie power to the lower class and the workers) and a push for industrial and agricultural progress, celebration of natural landforms, celebration of the old folk origins before colonization, etc. many plans are drawn up. there's a scheme to rebuild revachol from the ground up and make it a bastion of communist glory at the center of the known world. this systemization extends to other cities on insulinde as well, where industry is built up and mass housing projects are started. this is the era when you get upgraded factories and infrastructure. it's possible the commies built the 8/81. obviously, plans are cut short. there's mismanagement, corruption, civil wars, and finally the coalition bombing.
there's a few styles here as well:
brutalism, a testament to modern communist progress
revacholian revival, an attempt at a new take on the old mundi revival style architecture of the suzerainty
a lot of national symbols are incorporated into both brutalist and revival styles. lots of folk patterns, folk housing, folk symbolism. the apartment blocks look like impersonal monuments, but each one of them has their own stylings and paintings and colors
government buildings incorporate both brutalist progressivism and national folk glory
the folk shit comes from old, original insulindean indigenous/pagan influences. there's also influences from the folk stuff from mundi with a few of the import countries thrown in such as ilmaraa, etc. some attempt at revitalizing an appreciation for the places people came from to form a completely new, completely revacholian/insulindean identity
the communists restore (or attempt to / get started on restoring) the suzerainty palaces. most of these palaces are bombed out of existence by the coalition. (that's the burnt-out quarter in jamrock). a few palaces still remain on the outskirts of revachol, or in east revachol, or along the beaches, etc., but these are mostly pleasure palaces and residences for old kings and most, if not all, have fallen into disrepair. none of the government buildings are left
the new:
i know the economy is somehow, but im pretty sure during this tax haven, tax boom, whatever, there was a lot of architectural progress. old buildings got updated, some buildings got restored. things that weren't too expensive of projects to take on
i think there's a new style here that represents hope and optimism. a revival of the art deco style as well as the nouveau (spring blooming associations) as well as new architectural styles involving flashy colors, anti-brutalism, and anti-suzerainty style. taking all the old stuff and deconstructing it, combining the monarchy style with the art deco and the brutalism, making a truly new, unique architecture of revachol. maybe it's called new disco or something haha. it is a counter-culture, revolutionary type of architecture. it takes the monarchy and government styles and makes it for the people. it revitalizes old dreams out of the ashes. it forms something new. it's rebirth
this is when they start building hella' skyscrapers, especially in jamrock which is the heart of the industry, mostly in this new disco style (though the rich out in the east have always built skyscrapers, but theirs, according to the ideas of luxury, are flashy, gold monstrosities, all rigid and gaudy, without the vitality and disorganized chaos of new disco)
then the economy tanks again and revachol once more sinks into hell
you may ask yourself where's international and mid-century modern and minimalist styles? while i absolutely love the former two styles, i just can't see it that revachol would ever be refined. the communist's brutalist structures and stark, fascist government buildings are as refined as it gets. refined, meant to impose, meant to feel safe and strong. otherwise revachol's barely restrained need to live and breathe and shout from the rooftops flows out of every single one of their buildings, even the wealthy
also, a side note. all these architectural styles and shit definitely parallel how technology, furniture, fashion, hairstyles, art styles, literature, etc. are designed. all the ideals that are built into the architecture styles are reflected in the styles of the things the people use and buy and make and the way they look. but i don't know those things that well, i have architecture interests and that's about it, hahaha.
like you know how in game, their technology is completely different looking from ours? it's like ours but to the left. unfortunately, i'm not entirely sure what the designer's inspirations for it all are from, so i don't have much to go off in terms of designing new things
#c4rg0f1l3s#disco elysium#i really want heavy duty elysium concept art#like a big fat guidebook of elysium architectural styles and design styles and all that#PLEASE#im probably gonna spend today drawing fuckass buildings instead of writing#my life is so difficult#im heavy worldbuilding here yall
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Hi i just have to tell you that Dragon racer was my second ever IF after The Wayhaven Chronicles, it was one of the books that solidified my love for IF, way back when i was like....13-ish? i think? I loveeeeeed it soooo much
Anyways, I couldn't really get into your other stuff because it was 18's so I didn't really follow along with what you were doing for a few years. Now I am officially an adult and I've started reading superstition and AHHHHH I love it!! I love it I love it I love it!!!!!!
I started romancing chris, little surprised to hear people don't like him but also a little not (I love him, but he most certainly has some flaws, but also it just makes him seem like a rounded character), either way, my charachter and him are perfect together. Then you introduced Rahim and i was like FUCK now I have to play Chris as fast as I can to romance Rahim now. Also I LOVE Amari, she is so relatable to me as somone with ADHD, and someone that tries to stay positive, though she is definitely a few steps up from me in that regard.
Anyways, I've kind of been reminiscing about the first IFs I ever got into recently because I've been utterly obsessed with them through my teen years and now I've graduated and am "legally" an adult and it's just crazy the stuff that got me through school. Anyways you are an amazing writer, and I'm really happy that you've stuck with it these years and built so much in the time I've been away. Congrats to you!
Oh shit, bless your eyes for having to read that book. I'm kidding, it's like ... I was going to say first child but damn that's harsh. It's more like when you go back and read your first work from elementary school and it's just kind of "damn, I wrote that." But growth, you know lmfao.
But hey! Thank you for sticking with me that long, that's fucking wild like damn. REALLY!? And welcome to this crazy ... adulting world. It's a mess, really.
Cheers, friend.
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WWDITS AU idea with a focus on Izzy/Frenchie
Ed, Izzy, Fang, and Ivan are vampires when Ed gets the manic idea of making a documentary
the film crew consists of Lucius (director), Pete (cinematographer), Frenchie (sound guy), and Roach (provides food and medical support because shit gets wild with vampires and they obviously never have food lying around)
Lucius keeps getting onto Frenchie for talking during interviews and getting in shots because he's constantly asking about confirmation on his superstitions
any time Izzy tells Frenchie one of his superstitions is wrong, Frenchie rationalizes it by saying Izzy isn't as smart or world traveled as he thought he was and usually Fang and Ivan have to hold him back
Roach is actually a vampire hunter (none of the humans know that) and there's constantly stuff on and off camera of him looking like he's nearly going to kill one of the vampires before he just shoves the meat cleaver behind his back
Izzy is the only one catching on but when he confronts Lucius and Pete they just say "that's ridiculous, Roach is just quirky like that"
Stede shows up one day and Izzy loses his goddamn mind because Stede was supposed to just be some stupid fling Ed had 70 years ago how the fuck is he still alive
turns out Ed accidently changed him so now Stede's a weird vampire werewolf hybrid
there's one day where Ed decides everybody needs to dress more hip and modern so they go on a shopping trip with Lucius
Izzy immediately burns the clothes they get him but everyone notices when one of Frenchie's scarves go missing and suddenly Izzy has a splash of color on him
Swede shows up and is an energy vampire that Ed takes pity on and invites to live with them before asking anyone
cut to Izzy, Fang, and Ivan running all over the house to try and avoid him and Ed constantly falling asleep around Swede cause he's trying to be nice and listen but also dear god it's draining
Buttons is a next door neighbor of Frenchie's and when Izzy meets him he immediately asks "How are you terrified of witches but ok living next to one" and Frenchie tries to laugh it off and is like "You're not a witch Buttons, right?" and Buttons just gives him a long stare down his nose and Frenchie screams
Oluwande and Jim were originally a 2 person werewolf pack but they end up including Stede because his weird ass hybrid thing means larger packs don't fuck with them or vampires
though it starts out as them just using him, Oluwande and Jim do slowly grow to like Stede, though they still don't understand his relationship with the vampires
the vampires don't have any familiars in part because Izzy will get too annoyed and is of the mindset 'why have someone else do the job when i know i can do it better'
but really it's because Ed has a terrible track record and somehow always ends up accidently killing any familiars they've ever had
a lot of them Ed doesn't even realize he accidently killed because Izzy will take the fall because he knows it makes Ed sad so everyone thinks Izzy just kills familiars left and right even though it's not completely true
the Badmintons are head of the vampiric counsel and don't like Ed's group of vampires
when they finally hear of Ed making a vampire/werewolf hybrid they use that as an excuse to get rid of all of them
during the escape, Roach kills most of the vampires but Ed, Izzy, Ivan, and Fang only see Frenchie accidently killing Nigel with his clumsiness and now everyone thinks he's a vampire hunter and Izzy is basically the 'mark me down as scared and horny' meme while Roach is in the background getting zero credit and just going 'for fuck's sake'
Jack is a human that keeps getting reincarnated and every time he comes around him and Ed get really chaotic
Ed finds out it isn't bad luck that Jack keeps getting killed but because Izzy keeps killing him because he's a jealous fucker
when Jack dies again but comes back as a ghost this time, Izzy and Stede reluctantly work together to try and get rid of him because he's annoying as fuck
they also do the whole ghost self needing to find peace thing and Frenchie just sees 2 Izzy's and is like 'ayeeee' and both Izzy's are like 'absolutely fucking not'
because everyone thinks Frenchie is a vampire hunter, Roach actually starts teaching him so he can better defend himself against other vampires
Wee John is Frenchie's roommate and thinks every time Frenchie tells some ridiculous story it's just his silly superstitions again and John just gives a polite laugh and enjoys the story while having no idea any of it is actually real
#our flag means death#ofmd#wwdits#blackbonnet#frenchizzy#izzy x frenchie#frenzzy#ouizzy#i'm sure people have thought of this idea but yeah#god i want to write this
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The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All Starters !
Taken from the 2014 novel by Laird Barron, The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!
“I have nightmares. Give the people my apologies.”
“I wonder though, why you have come and why you stay.”
“No, they’re okay. Me, I’m going to rest here a bit.”
“I doubt any of us are capable of understanding you, (Name). I’m beginning to think you may be one of those rare mysteries of the world.”
“Yeah, and you can toss sacrificial wretches into the volcano, too.”
“The look in your eyes. You’re afraid. A person like you is afraid, I take stock.”
“A few of those people forgot that Mother Nature is more of a killer than we humans will ever be and wound up getting chomped. She wants our blood, our bones, our goddamn guts. Fear is healthy.”
“I’m not sure of that at all. You think you know what evil I’d until you look it in the eye.”
“Fresh blood is best.”
“Take me instead and be damned.”
“We tempt fate by spending another minute here. And to stay after sunset… that’s impossible, I’m afraid.”
“(Name)’s gone. They’re gone.”
“My hell is to testify. Don’t you understand? They don’t want me. They took me years ago.”
“(Name) was (Name). They died an awful death. Cue the violins.”
“Think of the memories. When’s the last time we’ve done anything wild?”
“So, you’ve returned to face your childhood demons. Good for you!”
“I’ve stuffed my face with entirely too much lobster to take that suggestion seriously.”
“Don’t look at me. I mean it, (Name). Stop looking at me.”
“That is the coldest water I’ve ever jumped into. I dreamt about this before.”
“Your psychic powers convince you to fly over here?”
“No. Just listen. I’ve tried to tell you this before, but I couldn’t. I was afraid of what you might do. I was afraid , (Name).”
“Oh, I see. (Name) didn’t become a hermit by choice, your people shunned him like the good folks in Utah do it.”
“Way ahead of you, baby. I sprayed it with bleach. Cooties were crawling all over. Isn’t it neat?”
“Actually, coyotes are much scarier than wolves. Sneaky, sneaky little fuckers. Eat you up. Lick the blood all up.”
“I know. It’s the way of the world. People like (Name) always win.”
“I won’t leave you. But it’s possible you might decide not to come with me.”
“I want to save you, baby. You’re weak.”
“We have known each other for an age and I am still uncertain where the truth ends and the bullshit begins with you.”
“Life is full of little conspiracies.”
“I have a theory. It’s the land that makes people crazy, not their superstitions.”
“You killed small animals as a child, didn’t you?”
“That’s how it begins. Don’t be afraid. It’s not your turn. Not tonight. Really, you’ve been dead for years, haven’t you?”
“The motive? There’s no motive. The ineffably simply is.”
“Well, (Name), whatever it was, I hope you don’t see it again. Especially on of these nights when you’re alone.”
“The other night I dreamt about this lowlife I used to screw.”
“Well, Jesus. Aren’t you a voyeuristic sonofabitch?”
“You’re not a complete barbarian. You comprehend simple words and phrases.”
“Sarcasm isn’t pretty.”
“Aha, that’s what happened to your hair! Here I thought you were just old.”
“Did you see what’s waiting for you in the trees?”
“What? None of that blood you’re covered in is yours? Not even a scratch, you lucky bastard!”
“It’s big fun to inflict one’s contrarian views upon the hapless.”
“That sexy little twerp over there did not so hard time in Huntsville.”
“You seem sad. It’s because you’re alone.”
“They saw the beautiful thing that awaits us all. Waiting at the bottom of the hole beneath everything.”
“My choices is non-being via having my mind dissolved or be a screaming head for eternity? What the fuck happened to door number three?”
#rp meme#roleplay meme#sentence starters#sentence meme#starter sentences#ask meme#ask prompts#inbox memes#inbox prompts#novel sentence starters
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