#this one is basically the one that gave me the idea for the title lol
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fact is, in a version of the post-war world of atla that's actually more congruent with the themes already established therein, would republic city even exist, and if so, how would it work, how would it be governed, and what would the gaang think of it (if they're involved in it)? i'm thinking that, as with anything like this, it's gonna be messy and complicated
i mean….. this is a big ask (which is why i’ve been putting off answering it, but i guess i’m already on a roll). the thing is, i actually like republic city as a setting. i think writers with a better understanding of politics (just generally. like literally i don’t even believe they’ve ever read a book. collectively. zero books) would have been able to construct a genuinely complex and interesting setting that functions as a critique of the powers and violence at play in maintaining its illusion of liberal democratic international progressivism and the capitalist and colonial systems undergirding it. i mean, all the pieces are already in place: hiroshi sato on one side of the coin, mako and bolin on the other. they just clearly didn’t know how to employ these critiques with the elements they already had, because they’re um. how do i say this nicely. fucking stoopid.
i think the existence of republic city in the first place is more controversial, however, because it’s obviously quite a cynical vision for postwar reconstruction. arguably zuko becoming firelord already belies that the radial anti-imperialist vision for a better future is not in the cards, but they could’ve actually done something with that. lok could’ve been a critique of that kind of cynical liberal complacency that happens after the revolution and former revolutionaries are put into power and begin replicating the systems they had initially resisted against (tbh i maintain that this would never actually happen to katara but like….maybe i’m biased lol). it would be tragic of course, but it would also be compelling and realistic in its own right.
lok could’ve also been a critique of obama-era neoliberal identity politics, the way democrats basically gave up on critiquing these institutions the second they felt that someone sufficiently “good” was in power, the way a shiny veneer does not justify the exploitation necessary to uphold the superficially appealing system. but instead it wholeheartedly played into that centrist ideal in ridiculous and embarrassing ways.
this quote from the rise of kyoshi has always read to me like fc yee making that same critique of lok that i fundamentally have:
“Out there is an entire nation crammed full of corrupt, incompetent people who will try to use the Avatar for their own purposes. Buffoons who call themselves ‘sages’ when all it takes in the Earth Kingdom is having the right connections and paying enough gold to plaster such a title on your brow […] You’d end up a living party trick, a bender who can shoot water and breathe fire and spit useless advice, a girl who paints the walls a pretty color while the house rots at its foundations.”
in the yangchen novels, the white lotus is also framed very uncharitably, so i have no doubt in my mind that yee similarly understands the harmful role they play in korra’s narrative, is implicating the “sages” trying to use the avatar for their own purposes “while the house rots at its foundations.” in fact, jianzhu (and to a lesser extent, the rest of kuruk’s team) do embody the tragedy of heroic figures working for a vision of global harmony who grow cynical as they age and begin to occupy more typical positions of power. obviously kuruk was never a revolutionary and jianzhu probably always sucked, but it’s still a way of exploring that idea in a way that feels realistic and critical of the institutions and systems being employed, never once undermining the tragedy of that through arguing that their liberal cynicism is “good, actually.”
if we wanted to be more idealistic about republic city, there are many routes one could go down that aren’t simply a complacent uncritical portrait of a neocolonial cesspit of capitalist exploitation, or a ruthless criticism of the cynicism of former revolutionaries who become liberals (or worse) upon assuming power. it could be a conflict handled internally, instead of the pet project between the avatar and the firelord. it could still be earth kingdom land that happens to have a strong international makeup due its location and former history of occupation. it could exist as it does but established to be something katara (at the very least, dear god) was always vocally critical of. as long as it functions in a way that centers the myriad of issues the show actually does present (without ever fully acknowledging let alone complicating), i don’t mind its existence as a setting, even if it is quite cynical.
obviously they’d still need to address the latent issues of class and colonial power imbalances (mako and bolin are literally mixed race orphans who grew up in poverty ITS ALL RIGHT FUCKING THERE!!!!!!!) and the notion that the police force would be controlled by earthbenders and not firebenders is….silly, but i do think that a republic city that ostensibly belongs to the earth kingdom but is also pretty clearly advantaging people of inherited fire nation wealth, that critiques the neoliberal paradigm exploiting, for example, our favorite bending brothers, could function far better as the central setting through which to critique the exploitation and denial of agency through unjust hierarchies of power and control (both on small and large scales) that would, ideally, serve as the central theme of korra’s arc in a far more focused and coherent way.
#10000dandelions#asks#analysis#lok crit#like I’m not even saying I’d radically change the show I’m just saying that the already implicit facets of the narrative#should be teased out in a more realistic and coherent (and marxist) way :)
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'Aaru' 🌾✨
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My piece for cynonari zine Gilded Bonds, and a companion piece to CalmarSan's. Our pieces belong to the mythology category. And our idea was "what if cynonari always found each other and shared a fate together? and, in the after life, no matter if in heaven (aaru) or hell (duat), they would meet?".
My piece represents their love in the ancient Egypt heaven (Aaru). (basically, they passed Anubis judgement here lol) Aaru is the heavenly paradise also known as the "field of reeds", throughly permeated by the Nile river with its abundance.
I went for a more abstract depiction of the reeds (background pattern) and the river, while also trying to bring a 'heavenly' feeling and pay homage to the zine's title (Gilded Bonds), by using lots of gold. (everything was manually drawn, every single pattern o(-<)
My inspiration naturally got drawn towards Klimt's work. It was a challenge for me, but I'm quite proud of it. 💪✨
Another cool detail: Cyno and Tighnari's "wedding rings" are actually their earrings, which have a strand of hair of each of them, braided together and adorned by jewelry pieces. This was 100% a self indulgent idea x3
Cyno is also wearing one of those Heart Scarab amulets that some ancient egyptian people used as a funerary rite. It was believed to protect the deceased and help them undergo a smooth cycle of rebirth.
In a last minute whim, I wanted to have Cyno blowing flowers to Tighnari (very typical romantic imagery), sort like Haku in Spirited Away. They come from Cyno and circle their way to Tighnari.
Tighnari's tattoos were also self indulgent and have no particular meaning, other than adorning his skin since he uses less jewelry and prefers more natural adornments than Cyno.
(Also, in the initial draft, they were v much naked lol What gave sort of a Renaissance painting feeling to it. But I had to censor it bc it is a sfw zine. Maybe someday I'll post the unclothed version, bc I went thru the trouble of painting muscles, only to cover it later x'])
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i dont know if there's even a ppop presence on tumblr but i do also want to promote ALAMAT, a 6-member idol boy group from the Philippines. Its members comprise of Taneo, Mo, Jao, Tomas, R-ji, and Alas. They debuted in 2021, and their creative direction centers on championing the Filipino identity and culture through their music.
sorry that ^ was a copypaste but it's a very useful and concise copypaste LOL but onto my own promo:
(note: also most of these videos have english subs!!)
(extra note bc this issue always pops up whenever locals encounter alamat: mo is always wearing black hairstyes bc he is blasian and not bc he is appropriating from black culture hdfjhdf)
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KASMALA, the inverted Tagalog word for "strong" (malakas), is the MV that really did numbers on social media iirc. The video direction focused on the "human zoo" in the St. Louis' World Fair of 1904 (which included Filipinos specifically Igorots), and a general theme of anti-Filipino racism by white people (who are represented as ominous figures literally dressed in all white)
personal opinion: the music video is great but i personally think they have better songs, music-wise. and i'm going to give you an example of that by introducing you to my ALL-TIME FAVORITE ALAMAT SONG!!!
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ILY ILY, a transliteration of "Ili-Ili Tulog Anay", incorporates the melody and lyrics of the Ilonggo lullaby it derives its title from. The MV and lyrics both work together to portray the experience of being an OFW/having an OFW parent. OFWs, or overseas Filipino workers, refer to Filipinos who go abroad in search of jobs that have better pay, so that they can remit money back to their families in the Philippines.
personal opinion: this is their best song THIS IS THEIR BEST SONG EVER OF ALL TIME and lyca gairanod is such a perfect singer for this. her ethereal crooning really gave me chills the first time i heard it UGH
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DAYANG, the term for the wife of a Datu, is one of their most earworming songs ever. It's a gorgeous love song and what I would recommend to newbies if they want to get into alamat <3
personal opinion: The MV is kinda ass because it's just a super long extended ad for DITO PH (in terms of story and also bc they really missed out on doing a vid that drew more on culture esp bc dayang is a historical noble title and they used tausug words and designs for the graphics an the dance itself already incorporated pangasik dance which is also from the tausug people LIKEEE?? they've always promoted other cultures of the philippines i know they can do it but because of CAPITALISM--). But the song bangs so severely, as a pop enjoyer this is peak pop for me.
OH I ALMOST FORGOT DAGUNDONG
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DAGUNDONG, a song basically recounting the colonial history of the Philippines from Spain to America, is just so fucking good you should watch/listen to it rn. There's EN subs don't worry you won't miss out on the context. This is colonial rage it's so satisfying I still remember where I was when they dropped this.
personal opinion: FOREVER OBSESSED WITH HOW THEY SAY "dahil puso mandirigma di papakutsa di papapugon" you guys have no idea how much i sing that line to myself sooo satisfying. Instant earworm this song i swear.
OK ONE LAST one last and i'm done. okay.
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MAHARANI, a Sanskrit term for the wife of a Maharaja (translated as "great queen"), heavily features singkil, a Maranao dance which uses bamboo poles like tinikling does. The song also uses SEAsian instruments like kanun, gamelan, and gangsa. Also BINI's Jhoanna plays one of the main characters here!!!
personal opinion: this is their most pop-sounding song, which i think is slightly carried by the video i'm sorryyy. it's catchy though!! and i looove the part somewhere halfway where alas starts his verse, singing it in a more spoken-word way
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okay 5 songs is. probably enough. this post is already kinda long shdfjskdff but yeah. pls check them out if you can hehe <3
also ppop idols are just really funny. there's no concept of an idol image so they just tweet shit. alamat jao gave out his genshin UID after a fan tweeted about having co-oped with him in genshin, and then after that he started answering questions with the hashtag "#canceljao" making a lot of magiliws (alamat fans) confused, and then he posted a classic iphone notes apology like this 😭
i'll do a bini version after this my girls deserve more international hype. they occupy a more girlcrush pop genre but they're just as chaotic as alamat if not even more 😭 there are entire THREADS on twitter of them just being hilarious jdhfkshgf i love them so much
thanks for reading <3
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DAY 06 | STORIES TO BE TOLD
PAIRING: han jisung x reader
GENRE: idol au (jisung is a soloist), not angst, but bittersweet?, ambiguous ending
WC: 1.14k
CW: idol trainee!reader, implied felix/reader
PROMPT: coming back after years apart
here it isss! to the person who asked for no angst... well guess what lol (pls dont kill me ilyy). i remember having a great idea for this when i wrote the masterlist so naturally i forgot it 😭 but i have this instead. tbh i think i spent more time on backstory than the actualy story but oh well. and yes, i did put felix/reader in the story, but you can read it as past relationship if you want ;) enjoy <3
title from laughter lines - bastille
general masterlist here
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Jisung looked out of the window again. His head was bobbing to the rhythm of the song playing through his headphones, and he watched the landscapes and cities pass by as the train made its way back to Seoul. He looked at his phone to check the time again. Exactly three minutes went by since he last checked. With a frustrated groan, he sank into his seat. The train was too slow, and Jisung was starting to regret deciding to ride it in the first place. He was visiting some of his friends down in Busan while also filming a music video, and against his better judgment, he decided to take the train back. He hoped he would have lesser chances of getting recognized, since no one would expect an idol on a train of all places. So there he was, tormented to several hours on a train. Normally, he wouldn't really mind, though. He had his beanie, headphones, and mask on, looking unrecognizable even with his manager sitting opposite him. He had his peace and quiet. Normally, he would be happy to relax on the train, but not today. Today he was seeing you and that made him extremely restless and giddy with excitement.
You and Jisung went way back. You were trainees at the same company, which is how you met. Your first conversation was a fight over the last piece of cheesecake at the company café. Having agreed to share it, you began talking, and ever since then, you became inseparable. You and Jisung would wait for each other after vocal lessons, he would give you pointers on your rapping, and in return you helped him with the JYPE basic dance routine. You had this symbiotic relationship that worked really well between you. Until Jisung's debut date approached. He would spend more time in the studio, going over his performance over and over again. You saw him less and less. And then he debuted, and you haven't seen him at all for a month because the public immediately fell in love with him, and as the new sensation, he was pushed from one music show to another. But he promised you that when you debuted as well and the initial whirlwind of chaos calmed down, it would go back to how it was. Except none of you thought of the fact that just a few weeks before your group was set to debut, you had been kicked off. The company never gave you a good enough reason, just some talk about “not fitting the group's vibe and concept” . You took it hard - harder than anyone expected. With your dreams being crushed, you packed all your things and moved to Australia. Jisung would never find out if it weren’t for another trainee named Chris, who helped you sort everything out. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. Not that you didn't want to, but Jisung and his success was just another painful reminder of the fact that you failed, and you didn't need that at that time.
In Australia, your life has gone pretty well. You applied to college, got your first boyfriend - a very sweet guy named Felix - and slowly healed from your failure back in Korea. Meanwhile, Jisung was busy with his idol career. You watched him thrive via social media once the pain eased a little. You even bought some of the albums. Felix convinced you to get tickets for Jisung's concert last year, but you never told anyone you went there. You did it mostly for your boyfriend anyway, who, as it turned out, was Jisung's fan. He almost lost his mind when he found out you and Jisung used to be best friends. But despite all of that, you never tried to contact Jisung, not even when he was in Sydney for his first tour. You were too scared of his reaction. After alll, you ran away without a proper goodbye. And Jisung never made contact either anyway, so you took it as a sign of your friendship truly being over.
Which eventually brought Jisung here, three years after he spoke to you for the last time. While he was in Busan, Chris messaged him to tell him that you were visiting Seoul in the next few days. Jisung spent a lot of time thinking about why Chris told him that. At first, he felt bitter and jealous, because clearly you've kept in contact with Chris but not him. His second thought was that he had to message you because he hadn't seen you in forever. His third thought was fear, because if you hadn't tried to contact him all this time, why would you want to see him now? But after two phone calls with Chris, he somehow found the courage to ask for your number and send the first text. He did it right before he went to sleep, knowing that otherwise he would be checking his phone every five seconds.
You left him on read for almost the whole day, carefully weighing the pros and cons. Ultimately, you decided to agree to his offer, the longing to see your former best friend again winning over the fear. So there you were, sitting in a small café alone, the half-empty cup of coffee in front of you slowly going cold. You almost decided to give up when Jisung came stumbling through the door. Your breath hitched in your throat. He looked the same as he did back then, but older and more mature. His hair was different, too. He spotted you almost immediately, rushing to your table.
“Hi! Hi, sorry I'm late, I-” He stopped and looked at you properly. “Hi.”
“Hi,” you replied, smiling as you watched him sit down. He still had that nervous smile and the joyous spark in his eyes. You decided to break the tension by asking the most trivial, most hated question. But in your case, it only made sense. “How have you been?”
At first, it was awkward; both of you were unsure how to act with each other. But with every new topic, the conversation flowed more easily, until it felt like old times. You told him about Australia, about your time with Felix and about your life there. He told you stories from the tour, he told you about the people he's met and about his career. By the end of the afternoon, it was as if you had never left. You realized you missed this. You missed him. Suddenly, you didn't know how you managed to go three years without talking to him.
Jisung nervously checked his watch. “Look, I need to go in a moment, but I have the day off tomorrow?” he asked, gathering his things and taking out his wallet to pay the bill.
You smiled. “Yeah. I would like that.”
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Linktober (Shadow) 2023, Day 11
Monsters (Dead Hand)
Summer Stop Giving Reader/PoV Character and the Chain a Hard Time and Trauma Challenge (impossible) /j. But really I'll probably write something lighter for Linktober or Linktober Shadow later to compensate for this one lol. Probably a sequel to this one that has Reader actually having a nice time with the Links for once.
Technically since unfortunately studying for future exam season in like a couple of days has been kicking me in the ribs and thus my time was highly cut and unfortunately I don't have an Ocarina to give me more, this is actually a mix of prompts! The ones in the title, Keese, Wolfos, Wizzrobe, Lizalfos, Redead, and Boss, although they are not the focus here, mostly just mentioned but technically checking out the boxes, maybe next time I'll go more in deep on that (Like the original idea that basically was Reader taming a pet Wolfos as a guard hound that I will not elaborate on at least not this year), instead y'all get this with the boss that gave a lot of people childhood trauma and was never seeing again since because we really don't talk about just why Dead Hands are terrifying much, just that they are, really missed opportunity to use them more in an LU context lol.
As always any relationship between Reader and any of the Chain can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, and Reader is Gender Neutral on Purpose. And First is here because again, this would have been longer if exam season wasn't kicking me in the ribs and I have some really evil ideas involving First, Reader and Time bonding over having trauma of enclosed spaces, but thankfully y'all don't get that today lol, or not, it would be a really fluffy scene so up to y'all if it's a win or a loss.
TW:
Don't think there's anything too heavy-ish? But I'm a horror fan so I'm not someone who can accurately judge that. I'd say graphic descriptions of violence and gore, and being restrained/pinned in place and the entire deal that is the Dead Hand's existing, so please don't read if you're squeamish or uncomfortable. Health is important and specially mental health and I always leave these warnings on Linktober Shadow related prompts or heavier stories, so just a heads up so no one is caught by surprise.
Anyway, enjoy reading!
It was an almost unanimous agreement that no hero liked to pass through a cemetery in Hyrule.
From the restless Gibdo, to the mischievous yet usually cruel Poes and the lost Ghini, to the ever wandering Stalfos and the ghastly agonized Redead and ever determined ghoulish Garo, nothing good ever came from entering in areas where dead things roam. You can't be sure if it's because of the magic in Hyrule, the living force of light and shadow and the divinity coursing through the land, or simply the will of the undead or the consequences of Demise attempting to claim the Triforce, graveyards and desolated fields meant silence, they should be where those who are gone should finally acquire their final catharsis, not to roam endlessly without release, solemn as these places are they are still places for a peaceful end and to be denied such due to the whims of the Shadow... You can think of very few awful fates that can compare.
('Terrible fates, you could say.' The grimly bemused part of your mind whispers, as you walk alongside Time further down into the crypt that you and the Chain had followed the shadow into, silver, prisitne armor briefly blends with old, rusted, bloody gold and you think you hear the rattling of bones in the distance, the draw of a rusted, but still serviceable sword. You shut it away with a snarl as you cut down the Stalfos attempting to ambush Wild from the rear, and it goes down and back into the darkness with a screech alongside the chilling knowleged and the sick cracking of broken bones, not on your watch, never on your watch, you refuse.)
"Of all places why did it have to be a bloody crypt?" Grimaced Warriors, casting a weary glance towards the skulls decorating the walls, their empty sockets empty but silently cutting, as if sneering at the fact you lot had dared disturb the dead, as if it wasn't the Shadow's mere presence making what would otherwise be a place for rest into a possible death trap.
Legend smirked, though you could tell he wasn't anymore pleased from the way he marched through the cold, cracked stone floor, steps flighty and eyes darting around corners, "What, a bit too much for you, soldier boy?"
"No," came the prim answer, although the twitch of the hand near his scabbard as you stepped into an open chamber gave him away, as well as Wind being kept at his side rather than near the wall, "Just don't generally like fighting the undead in closed spaces. It's a recipe for disaster."
"On that I believe we all can agree on." Came Time's voice, cutting through the banter, tense as a drawn bowstring, you knew being back in a crypt wasn't easy for him, with the way his jaw tensed, you both had the same awful memories of a similarly buried, abandoned place where dead things roamed without cease, frantic, hungry for the warmth of the living, "Keep your guard up, and stay close together."
Almost as if on cue came the monsters from the open corridors, you didn't hesitate in drawing your blade to cut through the enemy, keese were easily dispatched by Four and Legend's swords, you spun to slit the throat of a growling Wolfos from Twilight's era going for Sky's back just as he mercilessly chased down the Black Lizalfos, the beast clearly avoiding the glow from the Sword of Evil's Bane. Time's back to yours as you cleared the path for him and blocked the Shadow's exit through the left corridor, it had already proven that it would not matter if you did or not, but you refused to not let it work for survival.
The jolt of magic being used crawling up your spine was your first warning. Like the build up of lightning in a storm, the taste of rust and a feeling like tar slithers up your throat.
The second was Wild's warning shout as the chamber shook with the grating, chilling, blood curdling howl of the Redeads, Time lunging away from your side to slash the beasts away from Wind and Warriors with all of the fury of a wolf defending it's pack, before you had to throw yourself back, slamming your back against the arch on the right as it caved in, lest you be crushed alongside the Wolfos coming for your neck the second the older hero moved.
You were separated.
You were alone.
A really, really bad spot to be when in Hyrule's catacombs.
"Are you alright?!", Came muffled from the other side of the stones, the hint of an actual wolf's growl and the distinctive Ordonian cadence, Twilight.
"I'm fine! Keep fighting, I'll find my way to you guys!", You yell back, heart racing, trying not to think about what you could find on your way back, you didn't have any bombs on you, it wasn't feasible to use them in a place as old as this, not without risk bringing down the ceiling on you and the Chain. But most catacombs have interconnected hallways, if you moved quickly, you might just avoid finding anything that you won't be able to handle on your own.
You think Twilight replies, but it's muffled by another Redead's yowl, you wince, your muscles lock up and you feel something warm drip from your ears, but thankfully you are not rendered immobile due to the involuntary wall, you swallow your trepidation and get moving.
The further you get away from the fallen stones, the more silent the catacombs extending from the crypt you were dropped in became, shadows twist oddly by the torches upon the wall with only your breathing and the cold, unfeeling remains of the dead to keep you company, the lowly burning flames bringing you no warmth. The corridors blended together in the darkness cast by the faint light, the shades contorting themselves in the crevices of your paranoia the longer you went on with only your own hurried footsteps to make any true sound.
Not one monster had found it's way to you thus far, though, and according to the copy of the map Legend had made the second you had acquired the original from a very unfortunate Wizzrobe from Wild's era. You just needed to pass one more open chamber to find the corridor leading to your boys, You couldn't keep them waiting, who knew how long it would take for the fight to finish if Redead's were involved? And staying still when the Shadow could turn itself intangible was practically begging it to switch it's attention, it usually didn't pay you as much mind as it did the heroes, Time specially (it seemed to hold a grudge against him more than any of your boys, you noted bitterly), but it would occasionally target you if it meant getting a rise from any of the Link's or if it felt you were too secure in your safety, it was better if you found your way back first to the hunt before you became hunted.
You grit your teeth, by Hylia's dripping gash, you were so. darn. tired. of. being. hunted.
Of watching your friends being led into a wild hunt with no end in sight, dragged by the noose by a remnant that refused to stay dead, you never thought you could burn with so much anger, with the desire to see if fire would scare it sober into ceasing in it's infection of all of Hyrule's Eras. But unfortunately you knew it didn't work like that, so you had to survive, you would survive, because someone had to protect the heroes when the heroes protected everyone else and if no one was going to step up to the job, you'd just have to do it yourself.
Shaking yourself from your thoughts, lest you end up drowning in them, you breath in relief as soon as you come upon the metal door with the symbol of the royal family, faded and rusted with age, there. You just needed to pass through this chamber and the corridor next to it, and you'd be back with Link, all of them, and hopefully out of here. You push it open, grip tightening on your long dagger, almost a sword, good enough to cut and hide. The thick and pungent combination of old, congealed blood, sick and decaying flesh, something like rotten eggs dipped in alcohol and withered flowers hits your nose, making you nauseous but you press on, the chamber is circular and dimly lit, with a long cracked, soft stone from a leak in the walls. You studiously do not look at the far corner of the dungeon or the pillory's and shackles scattered around near the cells, there's a second door to the other side, as soon as you pass through it you'll be in another corridor.
... It's silent, too quiet. Unease slithers and twists around you like vines, but you can't delay, you won't, so you keep walking-
Until you can't.
Something has grabbed a hold of your leg. You look down, and your blood freezes, spotting a long, sickly, pale arm and a bright crimson, elongated nails, claw-like, digging into your ankle, having dug itself up from the fragile ground.
You don't hesitate, slashing down violently at the offending limb, frantic terror spreads through your blood, you knew what was here. It featured in your nightmares for a long, long time, you knew it still haunted Time's, the limb goes slack as it is severed, and you barely note the way it starts bleeding black and green at the stump, thankful for Four's expert craftsmanship and maintenance hints as you dive to the exit. You don't make it far, it's companion limbs bursting in front of your path like a snake emerging from the ground, it makes a solid grab for your arms, one of them grabs you by the scalp, firmly digging as you dodge and weave between, a stabbing pain upon your skull from the indomitable grip of something fueled by fury, twisted magic and rigor mortis and makes you cry out, your slight moment of hesitation allowing two more hands to latch onto your legs and arms, nails slicing through your flesh like easily and digging, tearing like a rabid hunting dog's teeth upon an unfortunate deer, leaving deep gashes upon your arms and ankles, it's not unlike being pinned and held to a torture rack, in hindsight, ironic given just where in the crypt you ended up.
Your hear the ground below shifting below you, a groan carrying through the air, awfully monstrous, coldly human. You struggle harder like a desperate butterfly upon a dissection board, from your peripheral, you see the form of the thing unhurriedly dragging itself over, it uses the sharp and bloody ends of where bone was broken to slice it's hands off to shuffle out of the grave, using it's stubs as support. Long long neck barely supporting it's elongated head, the scent of rot intensifies and you feel like gagging as it settles it's empty, frigid, hungry eye sockets on your bound form; it's broken jaw contorting itself in a mockery of a human smile over rotten gums and exposed teeth, stretching unnaturally and bringing emphasis to it's rotting, bloodied sunken features. From behind it's bloated, putrid shape, barely obscured by the bloodied white cloth and the grotesque vision of the undead you swear the crimson eyes of the shadow, watching you coldly, the hint of a knife sharp, serpentine smile as the sound of wet meat slamming across the ground rings in the chamber.
Fury mixes with your panic as you snarl, trying to twist the dagger in your grip as best as you can to drive it into the arms, pain and blood drips from the open wound but you don't care; you need to get away from the Dead Hand. A monster like that feels no pain when struck for it is not human, not any longer, and you couldn't hope to face an infected one alone, it shuffles over the floor, unhurriedly shuffling like a predator that knows it's prey can't run away, it moans and groans with hunger as it approaches and you have no intention of giving it a meal, you grit your teeth as the nails sink deeply into your shoulders and arms, using your blade to saw through rotting flesh and hopefully break bone with every single inch of strenght you have, the blade is slick in your hand with your own blood and the poison-tar of the Shadow's infection burning through you but you do not mind, can't. You need to get away-
The undead's teeth sink into the hollow of your collarbone, blunt, human teeth that shouldn't have half the strenght it does to rip through flesh, blood and crack bone, and you caterwaul with pain, skin crawling and numbing and set aflame with curses sent from the dark reflection of the hero, darkening, veins blackening, your eardrums vibrate with the force of your own agony and you are sure you could rival a Redead on pitch alone of your tortured howl. Struggling even more ferociously, attempting to disloged it, kick it off, your blade sucessfully slashes through the arm from your reverse grip, pushing away from it with the savegery off a cornered predator you sink your long dagger into the undead's eye sockets, tearing through it's cheek with animal ferocity, it keens high and chilling, you're losing blood quickly and it (for it's not a human, not anymore, you can't feel sympathy for it, won't. You can't hesitate.) knows, for it tries to chomp down onto your vulnerable neck, your arm being the only thing keeping it from biting it out as you growl with pain, although you can't be sure it just won't bite through, it's teeth are bared, the pitch of it's blank eyes locked onto yours in stalemate, you have the advantage of not being weakened by hunger and decay, not sluggish like it but that will not help for long, the clammy being determined to bleed you dry and feast on your corpse and you are drowning drowning drowningDROWNINGWITHWRETCHEDTORMENT MAKE.THE.PAIN.STOP-
A scream of your name, sword calloused hands yank you away from claws and fangs (because nothing with blunt teeth and nails should be able to wound someone so throughly), you waver on your feet, swaying, supported by a warm, strong body and pulled away. A sword slashes the foul being away from you and you go lax, numb with pain.
First, First was supporting you. Keeping you steady, stopping you from falling, snarling at the corpse with a lion's fury, holding you protectively. Time tears by him like a man possessed, frenzied with the look of a man looking at his worst nightmare and growling in denial. The Links, wounded but alive, the Chain had met you halfway.
The last thing you remember before losing conciousness as adrenaline leaves your body and everything goes dark, is wishing that they'll burn it to be sure it's gone for good. It's the kindest thing that can be done for a such a wretched existence.
You'd be okay.
#linked universe x reader#technically#lu first x reader#lu time x reader#but mostly only hinted at because things didn't go according to plan#anyway my pitch is that dead hands died of hunger more so than torture which is why they are so darn bitey#and that being an undead being in Hyrule is horror at it's finest actually and in this essay-#Really can't wait till exam season is finally over so I can ACTUALLY dig up those essays lmao#missing scenes include and are not limited to: First comforting Reader after because he knows intimately how unpleasant it is#to be restrained underground alone#and the two fall asleep on each other to reassure the other is still there#and protective Time caring for Reader because having Dead Hand Trauma™ dug up is not fun#On a Scale of Viscerally Hating the Dead Hands from Biggest to Lowest: Time First Twilight Warriors Sky Wild Hyrule Legend Four Wind#I will not elaborate why at this moment#And now I'll take a darn nap lol#summer writes linktober 2023#summer writes linktober shadow 2023#summer writes#Feral Reader#Reader gets to be capable as a treat
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Ambassador Danny
source: #ghosts-and-bats channel
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Brain: I have a weird idea
Me: okay, what is it now?
Brain: I know you don’t really like the Ghost King Phantom trope, but hear me out. What if, when Jason comes back to life, King Phantom personally goes to see Bruce and is like… “so, one of my subjects is missing… and I’m pretty sure he’s yours”
I need to go to bed
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YES!
YES!
I LIKE THAT!
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Ghost king is specifically to liaison with the living and Pariah Dark took that as "invade"
it's a glorified ambassador role
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EXACTLY!
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Basically no humans took ghosts seriously without some kind of centralized government
so they made up a fake one
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Danny: explains his role and responsibilities as ghost king
The justice league: isn't that just an ambassador?
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Danny: Humans respect a powerful title ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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if it works for king cobras, it can work for ghosts
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lol
I wasn't expecting my random thought process to take off… but you know, I like the idea of Ghost King = glorified ambassador
….. I now just have this image of the Justice League doing stuff in the Watchtower after the Superboy Prime incident, and Danny, just appearing with all the bells and whistles to go inform Bats that his dead son isn't so dead anymore
Constantine is in a corner trying to completely avoid catching the attention of this ghost
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It's not the fact that it's the ghost king, but the fact that it's Phantom
he's an enigma
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He's the megalodon of the infinite realms
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yes
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Halfas are fucking weird
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"The megalodon of the infinite realms"
I'm gonna have to remember that one
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the magic users are glad that neither halfa was particularly interested in anything like world domination or the end of the world
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Lol yeah
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So, I have to go to bed. Cuz work. I'm curious what's going to become of this idea
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smarmy capitalism is a small thing when they have the power to destroy everything
Vlad gave up wanting to be ghost king when he figured out it would involve him needing to be nice to people
#ghosts and bats channel#batman#danny phantom#dc x dp#danny fenton#batpham server#vlad masters#dpxdc#dp crossover#dp x dc#jla
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original story concept: flight feathers (working title)
aka me shoving my new OCs in everyone's faces for a few minutes. low and behold, my gang of losers:
from left to right: Phoenix, Selene, Helios, and Killian
so a wayward beam of divine insanity lightning struck me about four months ago in the form of the first genuinely coherent original story idea i've had in... basically forever and i am finally crawling out of my mad ornithologist lab to talk about it, if only so i have something to point to when i start tagging random innocuous text posts with the names of characters no one's ever heard of. this project is perhaps the most self-indulgent Autism Fueled venture i have ever gone on and it is so fun actually
the basic gist of the story is that local Teenage Bird Hater Selene accidentally gets isekai'd to a Greco-Roman/baroque-inspired city on a floating archipelago hidden in the clouds, inhabited by bird-worshipping winged people. there she befriends a strange one-winged fortune teller named Phoenix, who takes her in while she looks for a way back down to earth.
as a certified Bird Disliker(tm) for reasons she will absolutely not disclose, the idea of being trapped in this city with its strange bird-entrenched culture has got to be Selene's personal hell. but she's already made a few good friends and is learning a lot, so hey... if you ignore the castle surrounded by doves looming off in the distance, and the general poor sentiment surrounding corvids, maybe it's not such a bad place to be after all.
...until it turns out the King himself might have it out for her, much to the dismay of his son and loyal knight, Prince Helios and Captain Killian.
there is. A Lot more to it than that lol—and at least like 8 more characters i haven't gotten to drawing yet—but there's your elevator pitch. to explain the world a bit more, everyone has bird wings to fly with, their own Bird Familiars(tm), and rides around on pegasi and different species of griffin. the world consists of little islands connected by bridges, with the city developed vertically, and sort of resembles a fusion between the Aether mod in Minecraft and Zephyr Heights in MLP G5.
and now the most important thing, the Closeups
some notes:
Selene is transfem :), Helios is transmasc only because i tried giving him curled ram horns and got so frustrated trying to draw them i just gave up and gave him the ewe ones instead
Selene is a Wolf Kid and really vibes with the lyrics to Angel of Darkness on a personal level
Helios's wings are weak and undersized so he can't take off or fly for very long on his own
i like to consider Helios my personal challenge to design the most unapologetically cringe and archetypal character ever. i am going to make a character that is so sad little loser prince. kicks him
Phoenix is a childhood nickname, Killian is just a shortened form of Achilles. Phoenix absolutely hates his birth name. Killian is ambivalent towards his
Phoenix lost his left wing in an accident that changed the trajectory of his life forever teehee :3c
the little blue jay is named Celeste, the crow is Peanut, and the tawny owl is Athena :)
and that is all i shall reveal in this post >:) this idea has been rotting my brain from the inside out for months now so don't hesitate to shoot me an ask if you're wondering about anything :]
#so nervous finally posting this stuff lol#flight feathers#evff#<- that is the best general tag i can think of 💀 trying hard not to spam a fandom with a certain acronym here im so sorry#selene ff#helios ff#phoenix ff#killian ff#original story#my art#ev.post#oc tag
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So here's the mlc pacific rim au finally (told in bullets because that's usually how I do things when I'm not frantically typing and instead frantically writing on sticky notes)
(Titled "mlc pacific rim aka drift au" funnily enough)
Lxy and dfs who were rivals during Jaeger training
By the end they learn they're extremely drift-compatible but due to a freak event where they have to emergency-pilot a Jaeger lxy gets an injury that makes him permanently unable to pilot forever
Dfs also gets injured badly but not as severely and does recover after a few years
But no one for the next several years is drift-compatible with him so he just. Stays at the dome
He's a stellar pilot (aced all of his training) but everyone knows him as the man who is rapidly leaving his prime piloting age (which I'm somewhat making up. Think of it like how athletes have a "prime" age)
Lxy becomes a pilot trainer at the dome and he and dfs do become friends eventually but the bitterness of what they could have been always tinges their relationship
But a few to several years later fdb shows up for Jaeger pilot training. He's very good, though his file is all about how sickly he was as a child (lxy likes him and thinks he's quite promising - "He reminds me of us, feisheng")
They do a preliminary drift-compatibility test in the class at one point and it turns out fdb is compatible with exactly no one in the class. Lxy observes how much it depresses him and how he throws himself into his training as a result of it (lxy: "he reminds me of you, feisheng") (dfs, who at this point still hasn't seen fdb yet: "fuck off")
(Little do they know that the reason fdb wants to be a Jaeger pilot so badly is because he saw the Jaeger Lotus Tower save his home city live on TV when he was in the hospital. Something something lxy and dfs gave him a reason to live)
Dfs assists lxy in one of his classes because he's curious about this boy lxy talks about sometimes (he complains about all of his students but when referring to fdb he always ends up praising him a little, which dfs notices) and
Dfs, literally vibrating: xiangyi. I'm going to fight him
Lxy, who has also wanted to do that since forever: lol just don't kill him and stay in the sparring ring
(It is a beautiful match. Dfs hasn't felt this alive since he was in the drift with lxy. Fdb hasn't felt this alive since he saw Lotus Tower on TV)
(Not that he knew that it was dfs and lxy who saved him. Not that he knows that now)
Lxy notices how they seem to click and Meddles(TM)
(He's resigned himself to a future devoid of the passion and youth of his past. But he won't let dfs rot away too)
So the next time his class test drift-compatibility he drags along dfs
Dfs digs his heels in and is like. Xiangyi. Why am I here. These are Kids.
Lxy: "you'll see. Fang duobing, come here"
Basically he whips out a stack of paperwork and launches into a spiel of how he petitioned the higher-ups for an opportunity for dfs and fdb to test their drift-compatibility as he shoves them into the testing unit)
(It is, perhaps, the moment when fdb begins to look at lxy like he hung the moon)
(It is, perhaps, the moment when dfs finally sees a bit of the old lxy return)
Fdb and dfs turn out to be just as drift-compatible as lxy and dfs once were (and still are.)
They begin training together. Dfs feels alive again. Fdb feels like he's finally living properly
Lxy has another one of his Hunches(TM)
When they complete partner training and are now certified co-pilots he smugly presents them with a repaired Lotus Tower (who has basically when sitting in what amounts to the Jaeger garage for years). Dfs has the hugest smile on his face ever. Fdb cries
(This is mildly alarming for the two of them. Lxy and dfs have no idea how he loved (loves) the Lotus Tower and loved (loves) them as the ones who gave him a reason to continue living)
(Fdb tells them how the Lotus Tower and her only pilots saved his life. Dfs and lxy are stunned)
(Yes, Lotus Tower was built for them. They were her only pilots. They had no idea that the only time they had ever piloted - the only city they had ever saved from destruction by kaiju - would have such a huge impact on anyone, much less that they would ever meet anyone they had saved)
Lxy: "duobing..."
Dfs: "xiangyi." (What he doesn't say: tell him.)
They tell him. Fdb cries even more. He hugs then. Maybe he even kisses them. (He loves them. He loves them so much. He loves them as the pilots of Lotus Tower who saved his life. He loves them as his new co-pilot and his instructor. To find that they're one and the same - is it not fate?) (He can't believe that he'll be Lotus Tower's third pilot; this must be a dream. He loves her too)
(By the way. Huli Jing is lxy's dog. They go everywhere together. She is Constantly Underfoot Being Adorable. Fdb brings her treats during his classes)
Extra stuff I'm making up RIGHT NOW
Lxy and dfs held onto their drift as long as they could. As a result it never completely fizzled out (does the drift ever leave, after all? Do you ever lose that kind of connection?). Once they both recovered fully from their injuries they drifted properly in the testing units at every chance they got (it was a trapping of co-dependency) (it was also the sort of thing to get lxy barred from any promotions and permanently confine him to be an instructor) (Not that he ever wanted to move up. Not that he ever even cared). By the time fdb comes around they're only stealing drifts a couple times a year
Lxy and fdb are also just as strongly as drift-compatible. They're able to very tangentially feel each other through dfs. Dfs gets tired of seeing fdb wince when lxy stubs his toe (often)/lxy grab his water when fdb burns his tongue eating too fast and shoves them both in a testing unit. Lo and behold.
(All this results in is that they start playing video games that use technology that essentially is just a baby drift. They play a mystery/crime thriller story game set in historical China and fdb and lxy get really competitive over who can solve the cases first. Dfs just wanders about enjoying the graphics and occasionally being the Owner of the Braincell and less often acting as the cannon they point at npcs because he chose the warrior-type character with a bad reputation) (Yes it's mlc as a game)
Dfs and lxy shared a cabin as co-pilots but now live separately in two of the permanent suite residences in the dome. Fdb gets one on a technicality of "Well your co-pilot is refusing to give up the nice cushy lodging we gave him"/"Oh your mom is actually rich from inventing and patenting a bunch of the technology we use you can have a suite too" (that's how lxy and fdb find out fdb is kind of a rich boy) (but he spends more time in lxy's rooms or dfs' anyway)
#As I said before. It's not a romantic fic technically#It's a PACIFIC RIM kind of romantic fic. If you get me#We are transcending all kinds of love through the power of the drift#Before I get to write it down though. I think fdb should get to kiss them when he learns who they are#Where will he kiss them? Who knows#lian hua lou#mysterious lotus casebook#mlc#li lianhua#di feisheng#fang duobing#li xiangyi#liansanjiao#difang#feihua#fanghua#difanghua#lhl#pacific ocean
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Oh so your baby squid hunter got a happy end too?? 🥺 Could you share more details?
Yes! To make a long story short, it's a Modern AU, but with a link to the past. I didn't think the idea through in detail, just a couple of things and the basis of it.
When I completed my playthrough of the game, the ascension of our own hunter gave me a great hope, for this is essentially the beginning of a new life for Yharnam as well, which they will now protect!
My idea was that a hunter (in my case, my Guillermo) has had his heart broken by the story of Old hunters, so as the Great One, he watches the passage of time - as Yharnam empties out completely, becomes a dead city, and then people - foreigners, settlers, and others - return there. Our new Great One simply watches the natural course of events, with only a little influence on people's fates to prevent something like previous Yharnam tragedy from happening. Eventually, most references to the Great Ones disappear from Yharnam again, knowledge of the Blood and Eyes is lost, and normal life begins again. Laurence's theory of healing Blood is preserved in passages of his manuscripts, so in part people use it in medicine, but it becomes something commonplace rather than innovative. The new generation doesn't know about insight.
And eventually, after so 400-500 years, Yharnam becomes more or less a modern city similar to our reality. (Modern world + ancient beliefs + old medicine)
In our hunter's soul there is still sorrow for the past times and for the people who died. The souls of many of them have remained untamed and have found no rest, and the New Great One decides, as it was in your post, to give them a second chance! The souls of hunters, scientists are reborn in the new reality, the only difference is that most of those who were separated by years - now exist in the same time and have a small difference in age, about 10 years or so (for example, Edgar in my interpretation was 26 when he died in a Nightmare of Mensis, Micolash was 43, and Damian was 55. In the new version, Edgar could be 18 y.o., Micolash - 24, and Damian - 29 y.o.)
Guillermo himself also takes on the guise of a human being to observe the new lives of his charges, who take on roles in their new lives that are similar to their past! And many hobbies they have retained even after death lol
But because people are incorrigible, something strange starts to happen again, because they are all in one way or another drawn to the forbidden, the secret, and even delighted when they find references to themselves in the past (only they don't know it's themselves)
The task of our Great One, however, is to prevent a new apocalypse from happening, but to do it as a human being - affecting them spiritually and physically.
This is my seedling! And a couple ideas for this AU:
Micolash is a DnD fan, this I know absolutely, though I've never done such a thing myself xD I even had a sketch of him with glasses and braces, I think he'd be a typical “nerd” that no one would take seriously at first until his creepy weirdness and calm attitude towards dismembered bodies is revealed… yeah… ahahaha…..
In this AU, it seems to me that Edgar could be his best friend and support, and they would both be consumed by the idea of unearthing the remains of an ancient civilization near Yharnam
Ludwig has a big Saint Bernard living with him:
And Logarius has this LOL:
(I really wanted to do a headcanon post on which character would get which pet, but Ludwig and Logarius' dogs are too firmly embedded in my head xDD They fit them xDD)
This AU has titles like Duke, Earl, etc., and Annalise would have been born into a wealthy ducal family, but would have found herself in university with the rest of the characters.
Logarius is a religious fanatic and a member of a blood cult. These are just facts, but I haven't thought about them yet.
Tomb Prospectors, Old Hunters - basically most of them become students at the new university in new Yarnam! But the ones like Damian, Valtr, Ludwig, Willem, for example, are still older than the rest. And Damian is still trying to patronize Micolash and keep him from getting hooked on drugs.
Gremia is a local criminal and hooligan who asks to help Damian with his studies and learn manners from him (I made up a whole romantic story there xd)
Laurence and Rom will definitely get married in this AU
Caryll can walk! Since there was no injection of the Great Ones' blood for him, he has very poor health, but is not limited in movement. And he would most likely be the lever that would have been the one out of everyone reaching for the Great Ones again. He's an empath and would have been led by the voices straight to the Hunter-Great One
Anything else is hard to remember! Honestly, I've left this idea in the “closet”. If it's to be taken seriously, it'll have to be done later and paired with someone else.
AND I forgot to mention that everything will end fine! They all will find peace, happy life (In their special ways) and say sorry to each other.
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𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍, ;; spider-man
Pairing ;; post-nwh!Spider-Man x gn!Reader
Summary: Spider-Man wanted to go for a swing, he didn't expect his hero to ask him for one though.
Warnings: established relationship lol. memory loss (bcuz of dr. strange), angst w/ fluff probs? i want my fics to be surprising so... nothing too nsfw or explicit though !!
Word Count: 3k
A/N: my first ever fic on this app. the title has nothing to do with the story. english isn't my first language so i BEG of you to show some sympathy for me. they're an avatar for the goddess Till (basically a goddess OC), inspired by Moon-Knight. throwback to my august 2022 author self who was going through it -- this sparked my idea for this fic, otherwise, i was just bored (yes, i do have homework, what's it to you?)
The old smell of rotten rust hit your nose as you sat on a hard edge of a New York building, one leg swinging mindlessly. You stretched before you yawned, dawning over the fact that there might not actually be a gang of bandits in this part of Manhattan – post-bright winter, the holiday spirits dissipating.
These nights, you would wait with your suit, in the cold, possibly walking around or stretching, or jumping from building to building for an adrenaline rush, as well as in need of warm air. Preferring solitude over crimes, you don’t know the exact reason you’re out almost every night. But you do know that air outside, crisp and on-going, is much better than air inside of cranky apartments.
As your chest falls, a sound from behind jolts your back forward, your mask covering your face. Before you turned around with a weapon in hand.
“Hi,” You heard the Spider say. “You can’t sleep too?” He said from underneath his mask, moving forward as he reached the edge of the building carefully, inching beside your alert figure. He sighed, the sound of his harsh breathing under his mask and the rise of his chest as it struggled to reach for air.
This could be another reason that you were up every night. Expecting someone to accompany you. Though, you were growing a certain feeling that this isn’t just the case.
Under your very own mask, you breathed deeply, thankful it wasn’t another landlord. “I prefer solitude over… honeymoon noises,” You stated hesitantly, though your voice was uninterested in the business that the Spider had to say.
“That too,” He says, still struggling to breath, but managing to calm himself. “But mostly, you can’t sleep too right?” He asked again.
You gave in, allowing your body to relax under the new presence. “Something isn’t right.” You say, clutching your hands together, an attempt to halt your fidgeting with whatever was around. “I don’t know what it is, but something is bothering me.”
A few months ago, you were saving the world, not knowing the exact reason who you were saving it from. But you did anyway, miraculously, with Spider-Man. From his perspective, he appeared as if he didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to pry or nag, so you didn’t.
In return to that very same conversation, you referred to it as something.
Spider-Man shifted from his seat, sighing. Pulling his mask above his nose so he can breathe properly, he clicked his tongue, looking down at the streets. He didn’t respond immediately, still in thought of a response, he stifled. “Do you want to talk about it or do you want to be distracted from it?” He didn’t look at you, quite frankly, he didn’t know how. It would’ve been awkward enough, sitting on top of a building at one in the morning.
“I don’t know... I mean,” You groaned loudly, unsure of how to word your sentences. The offer he gave is still hanging in the air, unanswered. By your curiosity and the presence of the Spider, you tried to speak. “I want to know.”
He nodded, scoffing in awareness of how you word your sentences, though he took a mental note of your social skills, smiling softly at his familiar obtained knowledge. “You want to talk about it, then?” From beneath his mask, he eyed you curtly, seeing you nod slowly. “What’s something you want to know?”
You clicked your tongue, finally looking at the Spider. Trying to look for the something that bothered you so much, trying to remember that something. You scanned his side-view, blurring and bright alongside with the filter of your mask. Goddammit, your suit was such a bother. “I don’t remember what happened a few months ago,” You shook your head as you looked away. “I remember this boy, Peter Parker, he was… smart, awkward, nice, mostly awkward though.” You shook your head, attempting to pinpoint the topic you were giving out.
Meanwhile, Spider-Man froze at the mere mention of his name, his true name. He did a good job in hiding it apparently, giving you a careful look as you tried to come up with another sentence. Oh boy.
He could take off his mask and mutter a big ‘surprise!’ before standing up and swinging away. He could say ‘oh well, you were the love of my life, or you weren’t because that’s how unclear we were back then.’ but he held back, sticking to the topic of the mention of his name.
“This Peter boy,” He cringed, biting the insides of his cheeks to bite back a scowl to himself. “Was… was he important to you?” He said hesitantly, watching as you searched for another sentence.
Spider-Man was never hesitant, he would be confident in how he forms his fists to throw a punch, confident in the way he would choose his words. He’s passive, sympathetic, and friendly. Peter is silent… smart, awkward, nice, as you described him.
With four words, you crushed his soul, not only Peter's, but his; The Neighborhood Friendly Spider-Man. “I don’t think so.” Everything stilled, like his heart stopped beating, like his breath hitched in shock. In reality, behind that mask, your brows furrowed in concentration, trying to remember the way Peter’s hands would graze yours when the two of you were paired together in the Science labs. Although, that was the end of it. Nothing crossed the feeling of warmth and connection of high-school in those days.
You shook your head lightly, away from the thoughts, gazing back at Spider-Man. “What about you? Are you scared?” You asked, unaware of the heavyweight building up in his chest every time you spoke.
“So scared,” Spider-Man admitted, still trying to comprehend what you just said. You seemed so nonchalant about your answer that he wanted to ask again, so he would, another time maybe. For now, he wanted to accept this, he wanted to accept that you could possibly remember him. Not Spider-Man, him; Peter Parker. He meant to say ‘I’m scared for you’.
He meant to say that you mattered to him. That you weren’t a partner in his heroistic acts, or some ‘random hero’ (as Jonah Jameson calls you). You were you. Peter loves you underneath the mask and above it. In and out. Peter loves you and your insanely high morality.
He expected you not pry further but you spoke with a voice that reminded him he existed. “Do you want to talk about it or do you want to be distracted from it?” You quoted him, doing your best to be comforting as the superhero just admitted that he was so scared.
Spider-Man scoffed, standing up and pulling down his mask, he stood cautiously at the edge of the building. Thor, why does everything have to be so difficult? “I want to be distracted from it,” And with that, he jumped down. Swinging to the next building in a second, he landed on his foot, looking back at you as he signalled you to come along.
You smiled, standing up before you heard a voice. He’s very pushy, y’know. The Goddess, Till, appeared beside you, eyeing Spider-Man incredulously. Her long, braided hair trailed behind her back as loud footsteps thud, unheard by normal humans, but seen by you, were walking back towards the door of the rooftop. You need rest, child. She declared.
You look back, following your Goddess with your eyes. “Oh Till, you can’t blame the poor hero, he’s been through shit,” You felt chills go down your spine as she looked back one last time. You look back at the Spider, he was ready to swing to another building, you gave him a thumbs up before looking back lazily, your mask forging down on its own. “Please? I’ll get some rest when I’m done distracting him, I promise.” You confirmed with a sure nod, though Till was not convinced.
Your job as my avatar is to protect people from harm, not help them from their wrecked mental state. She raised her head high. You will not see him tomorrow unless you rest later, understood? She disappeared before your answer was decided. You were grateful anyway.
Your mask forged back on its own, as you felt your body swiftly transport to the building that Spider-Man was standing on. A blur of your own body as you recognized the bright blue and red suit. Although, he wasn’t here.
Another blur from your vision, a sudden disconnection from your body, as you teleported to another building, a tense sense of fragileness building up in the pit of your abdomen. “There we go!” Spider-Man’s voice trailed with excitement. But all you could focus on was the dizziness and spinning of the room.
“Wait, hold on—!” You turned around before your mask could forge down on its own as you breathed in and coughed out immediately. A huge lump in your throat built up. “Don’t look,” You pleaded. “Please.”
Spider-Man didn’t know how to respond other than to nod hesitantly and turn around, respecting your privacy as much as he really wanted to see you. He pulled up his mask too, above his nose, exposing his nose to the fresh air. He breathed in deeply, chest heaving up and down.
Behind him, the coughing ceased and footsteps approached him.
“I thought teleportation was easy,” Spider-Man wondered aloud, looking back at you, licking his chapped lips. Though the tension and uneasiness was brought up in the air, a price of most superheroes. He knew their night would come to an end any time soon. Peter had a speech he needed to finish by Sunday, though he wasn’t quite sure of you. Were you majoring in psychology or in arts?
A sudden exchange of your reply came to a halt, realisation struck that he wasn’t really paying attention, but instead staring at you. As if looking through your bright, white eyes from his mask. “I’m going to puke all over you if you don’t stop that,” You blurted out, annoyance present and on-going by the sound of your voice and the look of your stance; arms crossed together.
“There they are,” Spider-Man scoffed, a half-toothy grin slowly appearing on his face. “What were you saying again, partner?” He teased lightly. You brought your head up high, pointing to the massive crane. He slowly followed your gaze, as he locked eyes with the familiar, abandoned crane carving a shadow in the distance.
Oh.
You gulped, as Spider-Man brought his mask down again, ready to swing from the next building. Grabbing his wrist, a familiar warmth started centering your heart, making your eyes glow – if not, much brighter than it was before. Fuck this mask, you thought. “Could you swing us there?” You inquired, bringing your head down. “It’s alright if you can’t… since, y’know, I might be a bit heavy—”
Your sentence was cut short with a sudden hand on your waist and a sure nod. There. Bringing your skin a double sense of awareness from underneath your suit, though it disappeared as Spider-Man brought it down again. Somehow, it made you frown. “Agh— I’m sorry! I mean, yes! Of course, I’d swing you there, I just— Can I hold you? I’m sorry for not asking earlier and— and—”
You shook your head in amusement, watching as he struggled to put his thoughts into words now. “You dumbass, just do it, I don’t want to puke again.” You said, though you added; “It’s alright, really.” You nodded in reassurance, as he held you around the waist, again, this time he brought you closer to his chest.
“No, no,” His hands slid down the back of your thigh, bringing it up his waist. “Here,” Spider-Man corrected, as he held your wrist in his hands, bringing it up to his shoulders. “There,” He said proudly, you could feel a small tug from behind his mask. You didn’t know what he looked like beneath it, though curious, you noticed the tension hanging in the air, diminishing as soon as the hero looked away. “Hold on tight, alright?” He stated cockily, quirking his hand away from you, expecting you to hold on.
With that, the mix of a falling sensation and adrenaline rush washed over you. Mostly in the fear of falling off, you held unto the Spider for dear life. Behind your mask, you bit back a scream. You wanted to look back, though unable to, you were unable to do so due to the speed that Spider-Man was swinging.
The wind forced your eyes shut, creasing your eyebrows together. There isn’t a word that described the constant falling and rising of excitement and fear that reappeared and disappeared while swinging. But the harsh wind that stayed present outlined the experience enough as it is.
Then it ceased, your whole world was spinning now that both of your legs were on firm metal ground. Spider pushed your back against the tower peak, to keep you steady. He laughed scruffily. “You liked that?” He says, positioning his mask above his nose.
You couldn’t respond due to the heightened feeling of warmth against your chest and his. You could hear him breathing, feel him. You huffed, feeling ants rise above your cheeks, tackling the cold.
He realised the scene, pushing himself from you but never leaving his warm hands from your shoulders, keeping you steady. “Oh- oh, I’m sorry.” A light form of blush appeared on his cheeks, thankfully, a smile from you broke the tension.
“I liked it,” You said, looking down. Shaking your head, your bright, white eyes from your mask. “I loved it.” You beamed, a wide smile forming. It’s been a while since you’ve felt pushed over the edge in exciting adventures, just as the type of adventure you were pushed into when Iron Man was still around.
Looking back, you were much carefree, a lot more secretive, a lot simpler to hunt too, but you never took it as a problem. You were protected by yourself, by Spider-Man, somehow.
You never forgot the measly science facts he threw at you. And the Peter Parker student that you shared Science classes with and table seats, along with his good friend, Ned Leeds.
Now it was all a blip of time. Something that you’d joke about with someone like Spider-Man. Though, you couldn’t. Unbearably, the ‘situations’ you both went through, it was too severe to even heal. Who would heal them? A seed bearer couldn’t possibly heal their souls. Too fragile, even to a tangible sense.
“Sit down, you’ll fall.” Spider-Man spoke, patting down a spot next to him. He was already sitting on the rail of the crane, legs swinging. When he didn’t hear your footsteps, he looked back, a silence of confusion and comfort fused together.
It was until a burning question slipped from your tongue. “Did you get distracted?” With this you sat down, not next to him, but at your steady place, the crane’s tower peak, your head was thrown back in exhaustion, the dark hiding you.
God dammit. Spider-Man and Peter Parker. Those two were never in the same room, or at least, you couldn’t recall it. His voice was nearly as identical as Spider’s, though nice and lifted, a pinch of neshness evident. Spider’s was… confident, matured and hoarse, sure and cocky.
You wanted to know.
“I just remembered everything now that you’ve mentioned that,” Spider-Man scoffed. “It’s like I’ve distracted you more than myself.” He teased, recalling the muffled ‘what the fuck’ as he swung from building to building.
You gulped, bringing your legs to your chest, laying your chin on top of your knees. Mask and suit on, keep in mind. “I can distract you.” You said, burying your face in your knees. You heard the Spider approaching, he inched himself by your side.
“You can’t just say that while you bury your face,” Spider said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “You have to sound confident.” He said, though, his intention was to tease. He didn’t expect you to try again, this time, with your head high as you gazed towards him. Mask and suit on.
“I can distract you…” You inched closer, keeping a gap between the two of you. “If you keep your eyes closed.”
Spider-Man frowned, he wanted to see your face. But for the sake of whatever you were going to do, as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious enough for him, he would do it. He nodded sharply, a gulp in response, closing his eyes. “Are you okay with this?” He heard you say and he felt himself nod, as if in a dream.
With that, the gap between the two heroes was closed. You brought your lips with his, syncing with the feeling of warmth of the physical contact; the way his hands slid down your waist, the small graze of contact you held with his jaw, the way your lips connected, moving in with each other. Accepting the intimate moments of heaved breaths. And somewhere in between, you could feel him smile into the kiss.
You pulled apart, the both of you out of breath. You were thankful that your hair covered your face, for it was flushed. And you were thankful, it wasn’t as windy.
Spider-Man was taken aback, he side-eyed you, though pulled his gaze away from you. Surprised and startled (and perhaps, you could describe his heart stopped beating for a moment) that you didn’t have your mask on. He wanted to brush your hair away, pushing them behind your ear, just so he could see your pretty face. Though his self-control was high.
“So,” You started, the sound of your mask forged up. “Did that distract you?”
Spider scoffed, breathing in deeply. He looked up at the spinning sky. “The sky or the kiss?” He questioned, unaware and unconcerned about your figure in alert mode. He looked back at you, expecting a teasing answer in response. Though instead, you stood up. A weapon in your hand this time.
You rolled your eyes, gazing up at the sky. “What the fuck is Marc up to?”
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Hiii
I'd love to hear about Halfway to Heroes!!! :3
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT OKAY STRAP YOURSELVES IN MOTHERFUCKERS (affectionate) im putting this behind a keep reading tag bc i know its gonna get long
SO. ITS A MAGICAL FANTASY ADVENTURE STORY WITH THE CLASSIC FANTASY TROPE OF THE WORLD BEING COMPRISED OF FOUR MAIN ELEMENTS. THE WORLD IS CALLED RHIMIAD. THERE ARE SIX KINGDOMS. okay hold on let me calm down.
Firstly: there are three deities. they have many names. The Holy Trinity, the Land, Sky and Sea, The Three Deities (very creative). Their true names are Rhimiad, the earth goddess, Rowan, the moon god, and Vyvienne, the sun goddess. I call them gods and goddesses but not like you're thinking. its a title that the Rhimiads (inhabitants of Rhimiad. is it confusing? i dont care!) give to them. They are the land, sun, and moon itself. The people just personified them
Rhimiad created the Rhimiads and named them after herself. at this point they're exactly like humans. She also created a bunch of other magical creatures. like ugly ass unicorns and pocket sized dragons and birds the size of cars.
Vyvienne was especially fond of them, and blessed a few of them with the power of the winds. The sky and winds were her domain. This fundamentally changed these Rhimiads, and now they had a connection to Vyvienne. they had the ability to "walk" on the wind, see through heavy storms, and summon a gale when necessary. They were called Wind Walkers. you dont have to capitalize it i just wanted to lol oh yeah they look different too. they have feathers instead of hair, bird-like eyes, and talons for hands. they can also make bird noises :3
Rowan liked that idea and he chose a few Rhimiads to bless with his powers. His domain was the cold night and the ocean. He blessed two tribes. One, he gave the power of the ocean. they could summon water from their fingertips, thrive underwater without the need for oxygen (and i mean without oxygen, not that they had gills) and could see no matter how dark it was. they had webbed hands, scales on their forearms, shins, and cheeks, fish-like eyes, fins for ears, and amphibian-esque tails. (can you tell these are my favorite) they were called water weilders. The other tribe, Rowan blessed with the power of the snow. They could see through snowstorms, stay warm in any temperature, had heightened senses of smell and taste, summon small flurries and icicles, and had an innate sense of direction. They were basically furries uhm part polar bear ig. they had animal noses, fur on their face, AND whiskers :3 and ice blue eyes. like big and cold blue. theyre called winter weilders.
Rhimiad decided to do what her kids did (did i mention the sun and moon were her kids? sorry yeah they are haha) and bless a few rhimiads. She gave them the power of the earth, they could summon flowers (specifically ONLY flowers) talk to animals, heal nature, you get the gist. they look a lil different, theyre also like furries. but any basic woodland animal. they'll have the tail, the ears/antlers, nose, whiskers, fur, all that. like a squirrel or a deer. also males and females both have antlers because fuck biology character design is cool. They can make whatever noises that animal makes too. theyre called wild watchers.
theyres still a bunch of Rhimiads with no magic, but thats fiine. they can still use the magical plants and whatever magical artifacts to brew potions and use wands or whatever. they just dont have any special connection to a deity.
anyways they made colonies and standard creachur behavior, there was a war between the water and winter weilders so now they hate each other and the winter weilders call themselves frost finders now. they dont care that the have the same god ig. (do not ask what the war was about. i definitely have an answer i just dont want to share it. for. reasons.)
now we're in modern day. there are six kingdoms in Rhimiad currently. each kingdom was founded by a certain tribe, and that population dominates each kingdom, but anyone can live anywhere. mostly. you'll see. Let me explain them each in excruciating detail.
Pyovere - The kingdom of wind, sky, sun, and storms. The kingdom itself is a series of floating islands (!!) shaped like rings, all encasing each other. The closer you get to the center, the more extravagant it is, and in the center is the Pyoverian Palace, the pinnacle of opulence and elegance in all of Rhimiad. The furthest islands are called the Outskirts, and are basically like the slums. the wind walkers live here if you couldn't tell. i based it on pre-revolution era france. will there be a revolution? i have nooooooo idea ;)
Floraison - The kingdom of earth, nature, and creatures and critters. Its a sprawling collection of quiet villages and massive cities. by far the largest kingdom. at the center, perched on the side of an active volcano, is the Pyoverian Palace. this one is home to wild watchers. i picked and choosed elements from all kinds of middle eastern/south asian cultures but this one is mostly based off india
Aquatique - for the water weilders. and only the water weilders. not even non-magic rhimiads. this kingdom is underwater and nobody knows where to find it. trade is conducted via soldiers carrying crates of supplies deep underwater, and making sure nobody follows. its not like anyone could if they wanted to. The ruler still attends diplomatic meetings. but nobody else leaves the kingdom. very little is known about it. i didnt base this one off any particular culture, i just made shit up :P
Krybrot - the kingdom of snow, jewels, and comfort. by far the richest kingdom. Its up in the mountains, covered in snow year-round. they have a direct agreement with Floraison for the exchange of ores for food. they have the Krybrot Castle,, where the royalty lives year-round, and the Crystal Palace, a palace made of ice for the yearly blue moon ball. its an event to praise Rowan. The royal family emerges, putting on a display for the public before hiding away in the castle again.
Quillion - the kingdom where all the non- water weilders went after the water weilding tribe decided to move into the ocean. havent done much work on this one
Erromar - another kingdom for primarily non-magic rhimiads. founded by an insane wizard like 300 years ago. i dont know. just go with it.
PHEW WORLDBUILDING DONE. NOW TIME FOR THE PLOT AND CHARACTERS. YOU THOUGHT WE WERE DONE??? WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED
Main cast:
Yvette Lancaster - he/him, 18, prince of Pyovere, spoiled rich kid whos scared of everything and wouldn't hurt a fly. his father made a deal with the goddess Vyvienne so he has a special type of magic. he has sun powers. not fire. sun. he glows and can summon light and also look directly at the sun. the coolest power imo. he has a halo but not like a ring halo like those gold disk ones you see in medieval paintings. it glows too. i love it. he's my baby. he's a rich snobby bastard. he can't lift up a sword. he's everything. he's also gonna be king even though he does NOT want that, he wants his twin sister to rule instead. she's the older one. she just doesnt have magic. but their dad gave up his life to vyvienne and their mom has a favorite. so.
Yvonne Lancaster - she/her, 18, non-magic, princess of Pyovere, possibly the most powerful sorceress in Rhimiad's history and she knows it. complete and utter asshole. acts like shes better than everyone. like she deserves the goddess' blessing. she deserves the throne more than her pathetic twat of a brother. she was taught magic by one of the only two stars in the sky (even if she didnt know it)(i forgot to mention the stars. theyre not deities. theyre just kinda there. but yeah theres only two of them. pim and pix. i hate them. theyre so silly.) she hates everyone except one person.
Lynne Schire - she/her, 18, wind walker, the one person yvonne doesnt hate. she moved ffrom the outskirts to the palace at a young age. rather, she ran away from the outskirts, spent two years wasting what little money she had on gambling and alcohol, ran away from people she owed money to and ended up at the palace gates, pleading to the guard to be let in. yvonne happened to be outside at the time and let her in. they became best friends. theyre also in love. but they dont know it yet. lynne is the only one who can tolerate yvonne's bullshit. she doesnt fix it tho. kinda fucked up if you ask me
Palliana-Roe "Roe" Beyberry - she/her, 11, water weilder AND frost finder (rowan liked her personally so he gave her both traits. she hides her water weilder features and pretends to be a frost finder) she joins the gang after plot things happen and they end up in krybrot, looking for a guide to take them to Floraison. She's the princess of Krybrot, but she ran away when she was 8 cause her family sucked and kind of hated her. nobody has come looking for her. she's five foot zero and wields a giant axe. she doesnt take bullshit from anyone. classic character archetype of small child who is also a criminal. girlboss.
Seyuna Hazure - she/they, 28, water weilder, pirate mom. its the best way to describe them. they are loud and obnoxious and the captain of the most respected fleet in all of Quillion, the twilight trinity. The flagship is the SIlver Sinner, Seyuna's pride and joy. there are also a bunch of other characters in her crew but theyre not as important. still love them tho. she adopts Roe even tho roe doesnt want this (she does). they are so silly. they also are very skilled in combat and have excellent connections. dont ask how they got involved with the gang. its complicated.
Kaspian - he/it, 19, non magic. he's the son of the big bad guy. i will expplain that bit later. anyways he may or may not be my self-insert and he is the general of the bad guy army and he's very cool and swag. just kidding that was a lie he's a fucking loser. he can hold a sword and say inspiring things to his troops but cant do shit in a fight. but everyone believes he's the pinnacle of courage and bravery. an illusion he struggles to uphold. anyways he falls in love with yvette because i said so. also he becomes good at some point. he may or may not be killed off im still deciding.
so the big bad. right. i forgot to mention this but each of the deities have a favorite Rhimiad. vyvienne chose yvette, rowan chose palliana-roe, and rhimiad chose the big bad. theyre called the champions. big bad only goes by "Rhimiad's Champion" or "Rhimiad's Heir." very normal person behavior. each of these champions can talk to the deity DIRECTLY. although we dont know that because yvette doesnt talk about it and roe isnt sharing the fact that she's the champion. but Rhimiad's Champion talks about it. he said that Rhimiad told him that the other deities are fake and that rhimiad is the true one. Rhimiad said to wipe out the world, leaving only the non-magic people and wild watchers. he has been succesful thus far. people believe him, because who are they to refute the will of a goddess.
the kicker? he's fucking right. Rhimiad did tell him to do this shit. partially. Rhimiad's true orders were to wipe out the entire world and then kill her. her Champion thought this would scare people so he pretended she meant to keep non-magic people and wild watchers.
You see, Rhimiad is nothing like what the people think she is. oh no no no no. Rhimiad is located in the Void, a place abandoned by space or time. completley dark. She gave birth to her children, the sun and moon. she screated the rhimiads to live on her. she was happy, all alone.
now you might be thinking "cool. why does she want to die." because sshe wants to be free from her prison. the Void is a prison. she used to live in the Universe, with the countless other deities who encompassed their own worlds. But she is a cruel and heartless creature. She grew jealous of another goddess, Nmoroca, and slaughtered her entire population. Nmoroca is now a pitiful barren wasteland. the other deities banished her to the void, and sent two stars to watch her. (thats pim and pix btw) she is allowed to do whatever she wants in the Void, since she is trapped.
however, the Void is not the real world. if you die in the Void, it means nothing. You simply......leave the Void. You are welcomed to the Universe. all Rhimiads from countless generations ago who have died know this truth. they now live on many of the other deities, even Nmoroca, who is slowly being rebuilt.
Rhimiad wants to return. however, she it immortal, so she needs to be killed. She cant leave her rhimiads behind, though, so she ordered her champion to slaughter them all first.
the stars dont know this, so they dont try to stop her.
the sun and moon dont know this, so they get mad at her champion for saying such obvious lies.
OKAY I THINK THATS EVERYTHING?????? I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THE REST OF THE DEITIES IN THE UNIVERSE IF YOU WANT. PLEASE TELL ME YOUR FAV CHARACTERS AND/OR KINGDOMS. ILSY THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME INFODUMP. I WILL HAVE ART SOMEDAY
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Oh you MUST tell me about my favorite disaster mage of all time, please! Tell us all about Raistlin is Eru Theory (Tevildo’s ask)
Hi @tathrin!!!
So (Tevildo's ask) is in there because the only time I've fully typed it up in an ask someone else sent, so I'll give you the highlights here and link that ask!
So here's the link to the full thing! It's explained in a lot more detail, with the parallels and quotes and everything. (though this did get a bit longer than intended lol.)
So basically, the premise is just as the title says, Raistlin is Eru in the Silmarillion! Now I haven't finished the Legends trilogy yet, I've read the first two books of Legends and 3 of the Chronicles books. I primarily got into it through the Last Trial musical - a theater adaptation of the Legends trilogy. I am mostly working off how the musical ends, from what I understand the book ends differently.
I got the idea because I started seeing parallels between Eru's actions and possible motivations and Raistlin's actions and bits of songs from the musical. So of course I thought what if Eru is Raistlin?
And the dots started connecting, Eru's lack of interference can be seen as Raistlin not wanting to touch his world or hurt it unintentionally. His massive action against Numenor? Well he saw himself and his own desire for godhood, and subsequent destruction of the world, in them, and freaked out. He stopped them in the way he maybe wished he was stopped before destroying his world.
So how did it come to be? In the musical he achieves his goal, Crysania dies, he becomes a god and the world is destroyed because he failed the trial of compassion. In this fic, he spends countless years in the abyss, alone. Other universes exist in Dragonlance so I'm briefly dragging that in, the other gods in other worlds saw this destruction of that world, and how Raistlin was a god, alone there. Most saw it as a tragedy and moved on. But one would look in from time to time. And they saw something incredible, it was too late, but Raistlin was growing, learning. Compassion, empathy. One day when they look in, they realize he has wholly changed. But it's too late for Raistlins world. So, they quietly give him a spark.
Raistlin had never known anyone had looked in, when he found it he was shocked, thought it wasn't real, thought it was a trick, his imagination. But it was, and he came to realize it was a second chance. He was so, so afraid of messing it up again. That he didn't do anything, he just carefully nurtured it.
Until one day. Then first he made the ainur... he wouldn't make his new world alone. He was too flawed, too lonely. So he made others, gave them life, made them real. Then things progress as they did in the Silmarillion. And perhaps he didn't stop Melkor, because of the balance between darkness and light from his old world, that balance... or something lol the thought's on that aren't fully formed yet 😂
Thanks for the ask I love rambling about this one, there's a lot of meta!
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My Death Note Playlists (prt 1 of my fav lyrics)
They're basically all "emo" btw.
I have two: the full playlist
and the "canon compliant" version -- which does NOT mean the songs support a canon-compliant interpretation, but that they were released before 2010. Canon timeline, you see, ignoring the 9/11 thing. (I'm a little more picky with this one in general.)
Okay now I'm just going to highlight my favorite lyrics that I blorbo brain all over (predominantly Light, and lots of Lawlight ranging from platonic murder to romantic lovers to romantic murder). It will be long, so here's a cut!
I'll pick out songs going down "full playlist" in order.
"Liar (It Takes One to Know One)" by Taking Back Sunday
Obvious, but "we're all choir boys at best" deserves attention. "It takes one to know one" shouted at the end -- all of Light and L knowing each other better than anyone.
"Juneau" by Funeral for a Friend
"I'm nothing more than a line in your book." Hey, I didn't say all these connections were good.
"Spin" by Taking Back Sunday
The whole thing is very Light to L.
"Looking for a Tornado" by Chiodos
Maybe I got a little lost while searching for my faith stuck to your cross
You set fire to everything around [...]
Do I believe in love; do I believe in heaven?
(At the sound of church bells, they come running)
All my clocks stuck on eleven; afraid if I hit my knees, I might get nothing
^ Lawlight /romantic intent /sexual intent
This is the sound of your savior running
in need of anything to save you from nothing
^ bonus God/savior complex Light
"Always and Never" by Silverstein - "Don't have a heart attack"
"War Crimes" by Waterparks
kinda Light and Misa. "I wear a smile that's about a mile wide" lol. and "My death will be the fandom [sic]" for L.
"The Words 'Best Friend' Become Redefined" by Chiodos
The title as their fake-friendship-with-murderous-intent. Lyrics as romantic dying Lawlight. +"To hide from our twisted ways/I've been hiding in this bed"
"Fist Wrapped in Blood" by Silverstein
I love toxic couples. Cannibalism couples. Violence couples. (Some tntduo vibes in this one too, xoxo tntduo, still kinda my OTP.)
"A Midwestern State Of Emergency" for similar reasons (we got the wild line "Bound and gagged but I enjoy it") + "Your saving grace, my final rites"
"One Day All Women Will Become Monsters" by Chiodos <3
That title but also "Always being the blind villain" -> Blind Lady Justice Light Yagami!!! + "Rip the haunting smirk from his face"
"Thank You for the Venom" by My Chemical Romance
Now I want to listen to Three Cheers looking for Death Note songs. (If I wasn't still finishing tntduo demolition lovers, Death Note demolition lovers would be sooo in.) Anyways: "I keep a gun on the book you gave me."
"Hard to Breathe" by Hawthorne Heights
"I spent my whole life lying/I just got caught." This one gets a big heading b/c that line is still the working title for my Light fic (yeah, it'll get posted. one day).
"There's no Penguins in Alaska" by Chiodos is a rare Misa moment on the playlist.
"Timberwolves at New Jersey" by Taking Back Sunday
"Literate and stylish/kissable and quiet/that's what girls' dreams are made of" and "This is you trying hard to make sure that you're seen/With a girl on your arm and your heart on your sleeve" = Light. Plus, the "me at my worst (committing murder)" theme of second half of the song
"Where Can I Stab Myself in the Ears" by Hawthorn Heights - "This is the ending, here's my surrender" & the complementing each other bridge theme. and lying.
"Why the Munsters Matter" by Chiodos
"I don't want to fit into your world/your heart/I hope I scare you"!!!!! It's NOT what happens in Death Note but it IS what Light and L are about IN MY HEAD.
"Ole Fishlips is Dead Now" is another rare Misa song. The "she's in love with herself" line but the subject is Light.
"Goldmine" by Paper Tigers
(link leads to song b/c the band is pretty indie)
Maybe that's something I admire
Maybe you've made another enemy of me
...
You goldmine
Every little thing that you say
It blows away my mind
...
They say that pride proceeds the fall
And that the sword is weaker than the pen
rare L to Light song on the playlist
"Your Sword Versus My Dagger" by Silverstein
Another Discovering the Waterfront track. "I'm cutting through, you're bleeding out/And I would tell the truth, but I can't help myself" + "I wasn't asking for the world" as another Light inverse/lying line (or kinda Misa) + "And I can see your face, and I can hear your name" in reference to Death Note rules lol.
"Is it Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork?" by Chiodos
"Listen up, sweetie!/We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world." - Light lol
"The solemn tolling of the funeral bells.
I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours
where everyday's a Bone Palace Ballet."
"Divine Intervention" by Taking Back Sunday
rare soft song -- cutesy by Lawlight standards
Despondent, distracted
You're vicious and romantic
These are a few of my favorite things
...
Something real, make it timeless
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted
...
We're stubborn and melodramatic
A real class act
~a little skipping ahead to songs I wrote up out of order... part two will probably come next week!~
"The Brothers Karamazov" by The Used
all of it. but especially "I'm more than just my father's son" as an inverse of Light who is so little more than the son of a cop,
"I see myself in everything I hate about you/I shut my mouth to stop myself from sounding like you" as him and L,
and "Take me away from who I could become" as the conflict between Light and the influence of the Death Note.
"Chemicals" by Armor for Sleep
Lyrics about "you" dying ("I can picture your coffin"!!!) and the general vibe and:
And I’m on my back, on your floor.
Tell me how you fooled the world again,
I like how you laugh when you tell it
^ both L and Misa work. Light's evil laugh.
Play dead, cause I’ll be playing dead with you.
I’ll play you when you’re dead in a year or two.
^ Light pretending to be L after he's dead.
"Three Simple Words" by Finch
"My hand's around your throat/who will stop me now?" !!! throwback to "Until the Day I Die", which I didn't highlight but also has "hands at your throat". I like the aggressive & repetitive usage in this song better. Light to L, of course.
Tune in next week for more of the same! (btw I had a lot going on so it's still not up but will edit this when I do it)
#death note#light yagami#lawlight#light death note#lawlight songs#yagami light#chem's death note arc#I said this#music#playlist#this is almost half the playlist and i'm pleased with how short i've gotten the post to be hehe#made the tough descision to take off Call it Karma#just didn't have strong enough vibes at the end of the day.
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Just started reading Daisy Jones & The Six and I gotta ask - who would you have cast had you been in charge for the TV series?
Honestly, I don't really know. I had people I might've cast at the time (like, four years ago) but so much has changed since then and I don't necessarily feel the same way.
I diiid like the idea of Florence Pugh as Daisy back in the day, and I maintain that. I feel like Daisy needed to be played by someone who could be both realistically battered and realistically ethereal, and... a good actress.... Florence is all of those things. For Billy, in my mind's eye I always pictured more of an Aaron Taylor-Johnson type (not saying ATJ, just talking the Look, though hey, he did play Lennon)--bigger than Sam, obviously beautiful but also obviously a part of the kind of reactive masculinity of the era.
I mean. The show, at certain points, very obviously tried to draw from Jim Morrison and Pamela Courson's aesthetics to an obnoxious degree with Billy and Daisy. And while Daisy was traaaansparently a Stevie rip in the book, Billy, imo, probably had to do not only with Lindsey but with people like Morrison. Because frankly, I don't think Lindsey on his own has the kind of mystique that Stevie has (I mean... I know he doesn't lol) and TJR wanted that for her male lead. However, I think that Sam and Riley were both super poor choices for transmitting that kind of mystique. To be blunt, I think that Riley's heritage went a long way towards ensuring she was cast, and I kind of roll my eyes when they try to suggest that it had nothing to do with it. You're gonna tell me that the fact that she's the granddaughter of "The King of Rock 'n Roll", however dubious that title may be, had NOTHING to do with her being cast in your fake music biopic? ... okay.
And while I don't think Sam is a bad actor, I do think his Billy was such a fucking sad sack. Essentially neutered. Billy was supposed to be this super compelling frontman, capable of being both a good father and husband and of falling into his demons. There was absolutely no edge to Sam's Billy. He gave big "starts crying midway through sex and not in a good way" vibes. But I think that was totally intentional, because they didn't want Billy to be as problematic and aggressive onscreen as he was in the book. They wanted to sanitize this whole deal and turn it into a Billy/Daisy romantic melodrama.
ANYWAY. One thing I do know is that they basically lost the plot as soon as they turned the whole thing into a cash grab with the music. Because I sincerely do not care if anyone in that project could sing in real life. They're supposed to be acting. Like, I don't even think Sam and Riley had Billy and Daisy's vocal qualities anyway, so who cares.....
#daisy jones and the six#it's all fun and games until a book i actually like gets a bad adaptation lol#but see this is why i am stridently 'i'd rather they just not do it if they can't do it right'#if you're afraid of getting into how shitty billy was#and for that matter how COMPLEX that love triangle~ was in that he was genuinely in love w both of them#but also had zero intention of ever leaving camila#then why. bother lol
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Postal 1 Fic
Uncle Dave Saves Christmas
Wooooo I’m finally writing for my idea I posted a while back where Dave often visits p1 while he’s locked up in the mental ward and flirts with staff to bend a few rules LOL! Also in this I decided to make Corkscrew aka Shtopor P1s brother :) Dave doesn’t actually ‘save Christmas’ 💀 I’m just terrible with titles and thought it was funny.
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“Thank you again sweetheart. I see him from here.” Dave thanked the shorter blonde nurse that had led him to the cafeteria where most if not all the patients were grouped into currently. The room wasn’t usually as full as it was now but he supposed it made sense why everyone was gathered up. It was Christmas after all and it looked like the workers had decided to throw a little something together. The room had the odd Christmas decoration here and there with red and green party streamers lining the usually bare walls. He had to admit it made things feel a little less depressing for once in the big, old building.
He’d basically knew his way around the place by now since he visited quite often in the past three years ever since his nephew had gotten thrown in. Though he knew Dude needed to pay the price for his actions and then some.. he couldn’t help to always feel at least somewhat bad for him being locked up. The staff weren’t the nicest, some areas around the building were severally ran down and it just seemed like a depressing place to be for everyone involved, but yet again, he kept in mind some people who’d been effected by Dudes actions wished much, much worse upon him so he tried not to let it get to him too much. Besides, even if things were terrible around him, the most important part of being here was that Dude was finally getting the help he needed and supervision he hadn’t been able to provide Dude himself.
For a while there, it almost seemed like that ‘help’ Dude was supposed to be receiving barely had any positive effects on him. For the longest time, every time he’d visit Dude would just sit there in complete silence, barely even moving as he’d inform him how his relatives were doing, what he’d been up to, what’s going on in the outside word and the like. It had only been recently where Dude would mumble a small response back to whatever gossip came to Dave’s mind or gave a small thank you for one of the gifts Dave had been able to work into gifting Dude despite the strict rules most nurses and staff took to heart. It was only when Dave took notice that if he played it extra sweet to some of the female workers, he’d be able to bend the rules a bit. Who knew his charm and leadership skills that he’s used to get suckers into giving him money and worshiping every word he said would also help him, help Dude out? Speaking of the lady workers…
The lady next to Dave blushed at the nickname and nodded, holding her clipboard to her chest. “No problem..Just let me know if there is anything else I can do to help. I’ll be nearby.” She shyly replied. Dave gave her another grin and said something along the lines of ‘of course’ before he glanced around the room again and spotted his nephews unmistakable firey-red hair.
Dude was sitting in his usual spot he’d take whenever Dave would find him in during lunch. He’d always sit at a table far away from the others by himself, next to the top left corner of the room.
Dave ignored the glances some patients threw at him as he made his way over to him while he thought about how it was kinda sad that, damn, even here Dude always ended up wanting to be by himself when there was probably tons of other ‘rejects’ that he could relate to in someway here. Dave had even seen a sweet, cute girl patient around Dudes age try to talk to Dude once but all Dude did was give her a simple nod one time while she talked to him. If maybe he’d had enough time to talk with Dude before everything happened, he could have possibly also helped him ‘get some game’. It wasn’t like Dude was bad looking or anything but- ‘Oh wow….’
Dave had stopped in both his thoughts and steps once he realized as he got closer, that Dude wasn’t alone and even more surprisingly…he was smiling?? at a man who sat across from him. It was some man with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes that was accompanying Dude. It looked like they were talking about something and whatever it was, they were both smiling and the man was laughing. Damn. Maybe the people here do know what they are doing. He himself couldn’t help but smile also, even more so as he approached the two.
“Well this is a surprise Dude. I don’t think i’ve seen ya look so happy in a long time!” He suddenly loudly spoke. Causing Dude to jump a little at the suddenness. His smile had faltered a bit as Dave patted his back with one hand and sat a couple gift bags on the table with the other.
Dude made himself look small again as he looked down at his tray and played with the end of his own sleeve. “Yeah..” he awkwardly mumbled out as he swallowed. Dave was kinda confused why he’d gotten all ‘emo’ again but didn’t let his own smile leave. In fact, he reached out his hand towards the stranger and told him his name which the man told him his own before he took a seat next to him. “This a friend of yours Dude? Don’t think I’ve seen him around before.” Dave asked as he took his coat off and sat it down next to himself.
Dude still had his face covered with his long hair as he kept looking down and shrugged. “Yeah.” Was the only response he gave. Dave waited a bit, hoping his nephew would continue but when he realized he wouldn’t, he shook his head jokingly before looking at the man next to him again. “Well whatever you’re doing is good. Haven’t seen him that happy in ages. I can barely get much out of the goober.. well it’s gotten better but yknow.” He shrugged.
The man smiled back at him. “Yeah..He was a tough nut to crack but I did it..” the man said, his eyes shifting over to look at Dude who was picking at the food on his plate with a fork. “Yknow..” he began before smirking a bit. “He’s told me a lot of good things about you before. He’s even told me one time you made his whole day after..- what was it you gave him? That one silly book with the wolves?”
Dude whined the man’s name in embarrassment before he suddenly let go of the fork and covered his face, making the stranger chuckle. Dave couldn’t help but laugh a bit at it too. “Really? That one with all the facts about ’em and shit?” He asked Dude though he knew he wasn’t going to get a response.
It felt nice to know he was appreciated honestly though he didn’t come over to see Dude just for that. He genuinely cared for and loved Dude though he screwed up big time. He knew Dude never had a easy life and honestly.. he might harbor a little guilt himself for not trying more to get him out of his living situation as a kid or trying to contact him more once he grew up but well, that’s just how things played out at the end of the day. There wasn’t much he could do to change the past no matter how much he wanted to. Sometimes he wondered if Dude would change his past if he could too..
Like he assumed, Dude didn’t respond though and just kept his face covered as both of the mens laughter faded. It was only when the blonde man let out a sigh from all the snickering before shuffling to get up, Dude moved his hands to peak over at him through his hair.
“Alright guys. I’ll leave you two to talk. I know if a family member came to see me I would want space away from others.” He said as he picked up his tray. “Oh, nah. you’re cool. It’s fine man! To me at least anyways.” Dave assured him with a dismissive wave of a arm though looking over at Dude after to see if he wanted the guy to leave or not too.
The man watched Dude for a moment in silence with a smile as Dude looked back at him. It was..kinda weird. They seemed to be silently talking through the way they looked at each over before the man spoke up again. “It’s fine.” He said to Dave before leaning down just a tiny bit towards Dude. “I’ll just be at the table near the exit door. Okay?” He assured him in a soft, caring voice….a bit too much of one in Dave’s mind. Something was definitely going on between them. No man really talks to another guy like that unless…-
Dude pushed up his glasses before giving the blonde a nod, and with that, the man took his belongings and left them to be. Dave watched him do so as he thought to himself silently before he returned his focus back to Dude who had pushed some of his hair back behind his ear and was taking a bite out of some corn that had already been cut off the cob. He watched him eat for a couple minutes before finally speaking up again. “Cute boyfriend.”
This made Dude pause his motion of bringing the spoon back up to his mouth, to frown at him which made Dave laugh. “Chill I don’t fucking care. Ya know..I’ve been with a few guys myself.” He said as he rested his crossed arms on the table in front of him.
Dude didn’t give him much of a reply other than a eye roll and a shake of the head.
“I mean it. There was this guy back in uhh the ‘70s or later on I met at this protest or some kinda free love thing and he was just jacked man I mean like-”
“Please stop.” Dude finally spoke. Dave rolled his eyes and smiled. “Just saying. Was trying to make you feel better.”
“Well… it wasn’t helping.” Dude replied as he took another bite of his food.
That was another thing. When he used to visit him, Dude refused to eat to the point where it highly irritated the nurses. It got really concerning for awhile with how weak and skinny Dude had gotten..He wasn’t sure what had suddenly changed now though. He wasn’t complaining of course. He hated to see Dude do that to himself. All he could guess was either a therapist got through to him or his little lover boy had talked him into it. Whatever or whoever caused the change made him feel thankful though.
“Whatever you say man…” Dave responded.
He also couldn’t help but to notice how the food looked a lot better than the crap they usually cooked. Damn they really tried to put something nice together this year for everyone. He’d have to mention something about how he really appreciated them doing all this this year but man..if it didn’t make him hungry himself. If he’d only brought something..
Oh, wait he did. Not food though. Rather, he’d managed to forget about the gifts bags that still sat on the table.
“When you’re done you can open your gifts already. I can’t stay very long today.” Dave said as he scooted the presents closer towards Dude. At this Dude raised a eyebrow and sat his fork down again before he took hold of one of the bags. “Why?”
“I’m picking up your brother at the air port afterwards. He flew in to spend a couple days with me and some of your cousins.” He responded. The conversation also reminded him to also check the time on his watch. Seeing that he had more than enough time still, he sat his arm back down and glanced back up to Dude who looked like he had something on his mind.. he knew that one stare he was doing right now never meant anything good.
“Oh..He’s going to be around for awhile? That’s nice.” He mumbled. Before Dave could reply Dude suddenly looked him directly in the eyes and spoke clearly. “Does he hate me? Does he know what I did?”
Dave sighed. There was a reason he barely ever brought him up. He knew how much Dude loved his brother. They two had been glued at the hip basically until his own jackass of a brother decided to up and leave and somehow managed to just only take Shtopor with him. Honestly Dave seriously believed that had been one of the first things that led to Dudes downfall. Dude had already been lonely enough as it was even when his brother lived with him so him just being whisked away.. the only person Dude ever really connected with to Dave’s knowledge.. it was truly awful. Not to mention Dude having to deal with the fact that instead of his Dad taking both sons, he only took one.
“No. He doesn’t hate you. Just the other day he was telling me how he missed you.” Dave decided to reply. Yes, Shtopor knew of what Dude had done. It was all wide spread news. But truthfully, Shtopor sounded like he held similar feelings as Dave did about the whole thing. They were the only two people in the whole family that felt similarly basically. Though there wasn’t much of a family to begin with and most people who Dave still hung around never even wanted to mention Dude.
“Are you telling the truth?” Dude asked as Dave noticed him, gripping onto the gift bag a bit tighter. This is exactly why he didn’t wanna talk about him often. He knew it was probably still a really sore spot for him but he did have some news that would cheer him up a bit.
“I promise. We even were thinking maybe we could see if they’d let him come see you for a bit while he’s in town.”
The news made that glazed over look in Dudes eyes suddenly disappear as his expression softened into one of a mixture of hope and surprise. “Really?” He asked in almost a pleaful tone as he let go of the bag and Dave couldn’t help but to smile again. “Mhm. But- don’t get your hopes up okay? I haven’t asked anyone working here if that’s okay yet alright?” he warned. Honestly more than likely he would get his way with some smooth talking but he did need to make sure not to get Dudes hopes up too much. The last thing he needed was for Dude to think of him as a liar or see him or his own brother in a negative light.
It slightly pained Dude to hear but he nodded anyways and finally brought one of the gift bags into his lap before he pulled the first thing out; a wolf plush. If there was one thing that Dude had always liked for the whole time Dave had known him, it was wolves. The kid would practically light up each and every time he saw something with them on it and could tell you pretty much every little thing about them.
He held up the plush for a moment before speaking. “Looks like a Interior Alaskan wolf.” He pointed out before checking the tag to see if it actually clarified what type of wolf it was. For Dave, all he knew was a wolf was a wolf, but hey good on Dude for knowing the differences between them all. “It only says it’s a wolf…huh.” He muttered before setting it on the table. “Thank you though. He’s really cute.”
Dave shrugged. “No problem. That ain’t all I got you though. You got another bag once you get through that one.”
Dude continued to go through the one he held. He received some money for the stupid coke and snack machines here, a krotchy plush which he immediately hid back into the bag which made Dave cackle, a couple candy bars, and a few new blankets. He thanked him for all of it before Dave pushed the other bag over towards him too.
In the other bag Dude found two more wolf plushies, a couple DVDs of movies and cartoons he’d like growing up (they had a DVD player in one of the main rooms), and a Christmas card. Opening the card up, what looked like a piece of paper flew out from it. Dude went to get it until Dave lifted his hand out to stop him as he got up.
“Ah shit. Sit down I got it. I shoulda found a way to make it stay in it better.” He grumbled as he picked up the small object next to the table before he handed it over to him.
Once it was in Dudes hand, he realized it wasn’t a odd random piece of paper. What he was looking at was the back of a polaroid picture. Flipping it over, he let out a soft “oh my god..” the people in the photo ‘looking back at him’ were himself, Dave, and Shtopor from a long time ago. Dude actually remembered when the picture was taken. It was taken during one of the times Dude and his brother went over to Dave’s house for one Halloween since Dave had always lived in better, larger and wealthier neighborhoods.
Both of the kids had their arm around Dave who was squatting for the picture to be closer to their height. They all were smiling and Shtopor, being the troublemaker he always was already had chocolate smeared on his costume and mouth.
Dude was stuck between almost sobbing at the sight of happier times and laughing at how dumb both him and his brother looked. He met somewhere in the middle and instead wiped his eyes from the tears starting to build up as he chuckled a bit. Dave smiled kindly at him and patted his shoulder again. “Yeah. Found that while going through a old pile of photos from over the years. Thought you’d wanna keep that.”
Dude sniffled some more before nodding. “Thank you.. really. It means a lot to me…” he quietly spoke before sitting it back into the card and standing up.
His next action really surprised Dave since he really couldn’t remember the last time Dude had..hugged him. Especially in front of tons of people. The photo obviously really touched him so Dave just chuckled and hugged him back. “Don’t mention it. I’ll keep looking and give you any more I find.”
Dude held on for a moment longer before Dave patted his back and let go.
“I would have put it in a frame for you or something but you know how they are about glass.” Dave said looking down at the picture himself. “No it’s perfect. I’ll keep it somewhere safe.” Dude assured him as he closed the card for now and sat it back into the bag.
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They chatted a bit longer as Dude finished up his meal when eventually Dave checked his watch again and realized he would need to be heading out soon. He still had a little time however so he decided to ask one more thing.
“Well, do you think you had a good Christmas? They really went all out this year, huh?”
Dude took a sip out of the little cup of soda they have gave him and somehow, Dave could just tell that something was on his mind as he looked away from him but just eventually nodded. “Yeah. I guess.”
“You guess?”
Dude sat his cup on the table and sighed a little. “Yeah. I didn’t really get what I wanted this year though.”
“Oh. Uh.. Did I forgot you wanted something? What else did you want?”
“Out.” Dude said plainly.
Yeah, He obviously seriously meant that but Dave couldn’t help but to laugh a little, mostly out of the awkwardness of it. He knew Dude seriously wanted out..anyone would but there was a very, very slim chance he ever would be let out.
Seeing as Dude didn’t crack a smile or anything Dave stopped laughing but kept his smile as he began, “Sorry. But we both know there isn’t much of a chance of that even if we both want there to be.”
Dude shrugged and fixed his glasses again. “Doesn’t mean I can’t want to leave.”
Dave nodded at this. “Yep. We all wish for something.. I wish a lot of things for you too. Always have.” Dave said as he took one last look around the room. That bright blonde hair from that guy Dude liked caught his eyes again. The guy wasn’t talking to anyone though others sat with him. He instead was just finishing up his meal also.
Dave turned back around. “What about your boyfriend? You wanna leave him behind?”
Dude was about to tell him to be quite again but decided against it. He instead settled for telling him the truth. “He wants to leave with me.”
“Aww. And you were over here acting like he isn’t your gay lover.” Dave teased with a smirk.
Dude began to turn a little red again but huffed like a teenager. “Whatever.”
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Dude tossed his trash away once Dave began to stand up to put his coat back on. “I would stay longer if I could Dude but I don’t wanna listen to your bother swear up and down at me in Russian later.” Dave joked once Dude came back to the table. Dude gave him a grin. “Yeah I wouldn’t wanna listen to him do that either. All he ever knew how to do was swear.”
Dave chuckled and once he was done getting ready to leave he placed a hand on Dudes shoulder again. “Alright Dude. I promise I’ll see you again soon. I’ll try my best to get your brother allowed in too. I’ll see ya okay?”
“Okay. Thank you for everything..I hope I can see him too but if I can’t, tell him I miss him.”
“Of course man.”
Dude looked away from Dave to see his ‘lover’ sitting around where he said he would be and gave him a little wave when he’d looked up. “I’m-uh going to go sit with him now.” Dude said as he picked up his gift bags.
“Mhm. Don’t wanna keep your lover waiting. I hope you get some Christmas lovin’ also man. Must get boring in this old place right?” Dave joked with a nudge to Dudes side which made Dude blush again. “Just go ahead and leave already would ya?” Dude jokingly asked with a slight smile. “Yeah, yeah whatever. See ya soon. Bye.” Dave said as he began to leave.
“Bye Dave.” Dude said.
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Dave glanced behind him one last time as he approached the door and saw that smile again Dude had earlier as he sat down next to the blonde man. Dave grinned also. Even though Dude didn’t get what he really wanted for Christmas, this new ‘friend’ of Dudes was the best thing anyone could ask for, for Dude.
#postal dude#postal 1#postal dude fanfic#I actually kinda really like this one I hope others do to 🐱#sorry for any mistakes
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i was tagged by @metalheadmickey to do this au tag game and it looked pretty cool!
rules (more or less): use this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.
then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment.
au generator gave me: 1970s AU
fic trope generator gave me: Have them wear each others' clothes.
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The band playing fucking sucks but they're loud and fast and angry and fucking pissed off at the man and the world. The bass is beating in time to his heartbeat and Ian's standing with him, arm draped over his shoulder.
They're both on some random pills that were given to them, fuck knows what they're supposed to do but they feel fucking good even though the world is going to shit. Mickey's mohawk had fallen down ages ago and he feels like he's suffocating in the best way.
Ian's dragging him outside into the alley, it's cold compared to the damp air of the bar venue. There's a few people already out here, some smoking fags, others something stronger, glass littering the ground.
Ian kicks his ratty boots through a puddle, spraying the wall with water and probably piss. He's laughing and shouting, deaf from the shit music. He's gorgeous. Orange hair spiked in different directions and torn hand-made ramones shirt tucked into his pants.
It was Mickey's shirt actually but they're living out of one bag at the moment, couch surfing every other day so who gives a fuck on who's clothes is who.
Mickey's wearing Ian's leather jacket, the one with stains and studs he'd jammed into the shoulders. Safety pins on the sleeves. It hangs over his hands, covering the knuckle tattoos that he's shoved in pigs faces.
Ian yells again and wraps his arms around him. Mickey yells with him and then they're laughing. They stumble out of the alley, nearly dragging each other down to the ground and toppling over into the gutter.
People are staring at them, but when are people not staring at them?
"FUCK YOU" Mickey screams "FUCK YOUR CAPITALIST BULLSHIT"
"YEAH" Ian shouts after him "FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FASCISTS"
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one of my favourite things ever is punk gallavich, i feel they would be very good punks and so 1970s au with a loose wearing each others clothes trope lol
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im not sure who to tag, i have no idea who’s a writer and who isn’t but i’ll tag
@ardent-fox @energievie @suzy-queued @callivich @creepkinginc @sweetbee78 @twinklyylights @shinygalaxyperson @gallawitchxx @celestialmickey
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