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milswrites · 1 month

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The Bat Boys X Bookworm!Reader

Summary: What the Bat Boys (and Eris & Lucien) are like with their bookworm partners

Warnings: Lil smutty and nsfw (not too much just want to cover myself) so 18+ MDNI

Notes: Just a bit of fun really, it's different to what I usually write but I hope you guys like it!

Rhysand

Rhysand loves you

And if loving you means that he has to feed your obsession with buying books?

Then he would happily clear out all the bookshops in Velaris if it meant getting to see you smile.

Rhysand is rich-rich.

Which means if there's something you want? He'll buy it for you without question.

You once mentioned about how much you'd love your own library one day.

So of course by the end of the week you had your own little haven inside Rhysand's house with more books than you could ever dream of reading and your own little ladder to reach them all.

But he didn't stop there.

For your mating gift he purchased you your very own library in Velaris

In which Rhys may or may not have enacted his fantasies of sleeping with a Librarian.

Whilst Rhysand does like to read, his taste in books is very different to your own.

But even though he doesn't read the books you do, he's more than happy to sit and listen to you talk about your favourite ones for hours if that meant being able to see your eyes light up as you talked about something you loved.

But no books nor libraries could top the best gift he had ever given you.

A hand-written book containing the story of your relationionship.

Complete with crude little comments and drawings the High Lord had scribbled down in the margins.

Rhysand loved history.

So what better way to preserve his undying love for you than in-between the pages of a book which would last forever.

Cassian

Cassian had never been very interested in books.

He'd much rather experience the thrill of real fighting and action in person than spend his time reading about it on some dusty old pages.

In fact the only time Cassian had been in a library he had the terrifying encounter with Bryaxis.

Safe to say that the trauma he experienced was the perfect excuse for never stepping in one again.

Until he met you.

Cassian has always been the type of guy who's all in or nothing.

He discovers the person he has a crush on likes reading?

You know he's going to be walking around with books he's never even opened pretending like he is a well-read Illyrian.

Citing quotes he doesn't even understand just to try and impress you.

And once you're together?

You show Cassian exactly what he's missed out on when it comes to reading.

Especially when it comes to getting tips for your bedroom activities.

For months after you revealed to him the wonders that are smut books, Cassian would spend his free time delving through the pages looking for new ideas on how to spice up your sex life.

Claiming his increased interest in reading was due to 'research purposes'

Cassian is 100% down to roleplay characters from your novels

He loves being the big strong hero to your damsel.

Whenever Cassian catches you reading, happily curled into the comfort of your sofa, he'll approach with a smirk on his lips

"Any new tricks you'd like to try out? I think page 69 is worth a shot."

Azriel

Azriel's a busy guy.

He's always away on missions for Rhysand or working in the dungeons of the Court of Nightmare's

So he can be forgiven if when he comes home, reading is the last thing on his mind.

But what he does enjoy though, is when you read to him.

He can lay with his head in your lap for hours.

Humming along to whatever tale you tell whether it's fantasy, romance or a good thriller

Sometimes he'll even offer his input. Laugh when something especially funny happens or shed a tear whenever a character he likes died.

Azriel loves the sound of your voice

Enjoying the way you put on voices whenever a character is speaking.

He's grown to like the sense of domesticity that he feels whenever you read to him. Allowing himself to imagine you doing this to two little Illyrian babies of your own.

Reading to your wide eyed children as they are gripped by the tales you're telling

Azriel is also a gentleman.

Need a hand with carrying the books you're choosing whilst you shop?

He's there

Hands willingly taking everything you stack on top of him, trailing after you with your selections like a lost puppy.

And when you get to the till?

Azriel had already spoken to the shopkeeper upon entry and added anything you chose to his account. Claiming the books were just as much his as they were yours if you were going to read them to him.

Azriel is definitely the type of male who likes you to read your smut to him as he pleasures you, acting out the words on the page until you're unable to speak anymore, leaving the rest of the chapter to your own imagination.

Eris

Eris is a reader.

He loves nothing more than to settle down after a long day with a good book in hand and a steaming tea.

You can't tell me he doesn't find it the hottest thing ever when he discovers you like to read too

The two of you have your own little book club

You'll each read the same book and then have a little meeting when it's over to discuss what you thought of it.

He can also get really emotional and intense about them.

God knows the amount of times you've had to calm him down when a character has made a choice he didn't like.

I think Eris definitely likes to write too

Not seriously, but it's a good way for him to get his thoughts out and to escape from the day to day of his reality.

And he loves to have you read his work

To see the way your face lights with joy as your eyes flick through his beautiful prose.

A small smile upon his lips at the knowledge that the muse for his writings was you.

Lucien

Lucien also likes to read.

But the way you read?

It terrifies him.

The way you obsess over the characters from your stories.

Your passionate opinions on their decisions and the plots.

God forbid Lucien says something about them that you don't agree with.

Lucien finds you positively feral when it comes to the stories you like.

But that doesn't stop him from wanting to show interest in them too.

Lucien likes to read all your favorite books and leave annotations of his thoughts in the margins.

This was exactly how the two of you had gotten together, the male having gifted you with a copy of a book he had noticed you reading.

The pages filled with scratchy comments and opinions on everything that happened.

Lucien pours his soul into his annotations and you love that.

Lucien is also a poetry man.

He loves to recite verses to you which stick out to him

Sometimes they were romantic, making your heart stop in your chest and breath catch in your throat.

But Lucien was also a fan of satirical poetry

The most ridiculous, corny things you have ever heard.

He'll come find you as you're going about your day and recite his latest read to you - your eyes rolling to the back as you did so, yet you fail to hide the smile which crosses your face every time he does so.

He has also tried to write you poetry before, express the depth of his feelings towards you. Safe to say his lame attempt of a limerick earnt him a scoff and had you hiding all his poetry books from him for the next month.

#acotar #fanfic #acotar imagine #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #cassian x reader #eris vanserra x reader #cassian #eris vanserra #rhysand x reader #rhysand #lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra x reader

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yeokii · 2 months

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⌗ ADORE YOU ﹕이희승 (TEASER)

꒰ synopsis ꒱ all hopes were crushed when you realized there was no way to get close to your crush, choi beomgyu. your advances to get close to him never seemed to work. so, you decided to get closer to his best friend, heeseung, by joining the broadcasting club. but as scripts change, so do crushes, and you end up falling for his best friend instead.

▸ auditions are open . . . !

ㅤ❕MATCHMAKER ── crush bsf ! heeseung x reader

fast forward ⃕ [ genre ] : written, fluff, angst, 90s au, unrequited love

meet the members ! beomgyu, gaeul, jungwon, taehyun, juyeon [more tba.]

warnings 𖧷 [only in this scene] unrequited love, yn kinda uses hee, thats all I think

ㅤhe's a real catch ▹ est. 2OK

⌕ [ archives ] one result found . . . hi (still on hiatus kinda) js came here to post the fic teaser :D (im prolly gna post this after mocks or after my igcses) also ty @yenqa sewlmate for writing the synopsis (ly dookie) send an ask or comment to be added in the taglist !

THE FALL OF NINETEEN-NINETY SIX MARKED A PIVOTAL MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE. Ever since you came into the world, you never really could grasp the concept of love.

You wrapped your head around the myths and tales your mother would read to you every night. You thought that every princess would have her own shining knight in armor. So, after thirteen years of living, where was yours?

Your knight in shining armor, or knights in shining armor, existed within the pages of the comic books you read. You often wondered if they would magically pop out of your books and transport you into their world. Similarly, you wondered whether any of the characters from your adored TV shows would step out and bring you into their lives.

So, it wasn't a surprise when your jaw dropped to the ground as you saw the most beautiful man in your life (well, technically, boy). If the epitome of beauty was a fourteen-year-old boy, it would be Beomgyu.

But it wasn’t just his face that made your thirteen-year-old self swoon over him, it was also the way he acted. You loved the way he conversed, his smooth way of talking at a young age and the way he smiled at you every time he made jokes with his friends. You loved how his eyes lightened every time he’d pull a silly prank.

But the problem was, he never talked to you. You admired him from afar. You never actually had the guts to talk to him, as if. You were content with watching his funny actions from a distance.

There were some moments when you pushed aside your nervousness and talked to him. You remember having butterflies in your stomach the moment you first talked to him. There were times when you both were paired up as project partners for a biology assessment and at that moment, you swore you could’ve worshiped the floor that your biology teacher walked on due to her giving you an opportunity like this.

You knew this was an opportunity to make your move. And you did. You brought him small snacks with little notes on them. Gave him gifts regularly. Maybe even took lessons from your best friend on how to subtly flirt with him. You really thought you had him. Because whenever you used to play out these little acts, you saw the subtle smile on his face. You were so close. It’s like the universe laid it out for you. Gosh, how lucky you were!

Luck. The luck that you thought you had. If luck was a person, you would’ve tackled it to the ground already. Because the day you were about to confess to him was the day he announced his new girlfriend.

His first girlfriend. You doubt you called it ‘love’ since the only thing she cared about was that he was popular and pretty. That’s it! All that girl could get from Beomgyu was his looks and his reputation. You could’ve scoffed at the sight.

Beomgyu was so much more than that. He was loyal, kind, and trustworthy. And she went for his looks. Even though she had him, you felt as if she was missing out on so much. You were partly sad due to them getting together and also due to Beomgyu getting used to his looks.

So, you were practically prancing when you heard the news of their breakup a month later. Did you care that Beomgyu was absolutely heartbroken? Well, yes, but you felt relieved that Beomgyu was finally unleashed from that mean troll's wrath.

And as he got older, he grew more handsome. And God did you love it. When you entered high school he was a completely different person. He had gotten more flirty and way more pretty. He was way out of your league.

Out of the years you were in this crappy high school, you made absolutely no improvement in your and Beomgyu’s relationship. Beomgyu, who kept getting new flings every summer and tons of situationships seemed to discard your existence. One could only say ‘What the fuck?’

Your thoughts swirled, and you had a collection of emotions roaming around your head until your best friend jolted you back into reality with a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

“Are you even listening?” Seori’s voice cut through your thoughts, annoyed, since she had to explain what she was talking about in the first place.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You blinked, focusing your attention on your best friend.

She sighs, “I was saying that I think Doyoung is going to ask me out.” Seori pouts “Why does he not get that I don’t like him that way, jeez.”

Her ramble about her current boy toy washed out in the background. You were once back in your thoughts until you saw him heading into the cafeteria. Beomgyu entered the cafeteria, his smile widening at something his best friend said.

Lee Heeseung, Beomgyu’s best friend. His ride or die. As long as you can remember, they were attached to the hip. They were basically the package deal. If Beomgyu was the life of the party, Heeseung would hold up his hair while he threw up in the host’s toilet. While Beomgyu was the exact depiction of a social butterfly, Heeseung remained aloof, keeping people at arm’s length. You could only wonder how he dealt with Beomgyu’s outbursting personality.

“Earth to Yn!” Seori snapped her fingers in front of your face which once again, brought you back to reality.

“Sorry.” You sheepishly smiled looking at your best friend's annoyed face. Your friend followed the gaze you had fixed before looking over to her. And her eyes followed the trail of your alleged ‘man’–– Beomgyu.

“Him again.”A sigh erupted from Soeri, having enough of your rambling over your four-year-old crush.

“I’m sorry, alright!” You pouted, your back hunching over the disappointing development between you two which was nowhere to be found. “He’s just so cute, God!”

Your sigh was followed by your best friend. Not long after, your best friend’s fed-up expression converted into a rather eager one.

“I got it!” She exclaimed, her hand hitting your back while she practically screamed. You winced in pain as a few fellow students gave you judgemental stares.

“All you have to do is be close with his best friend, Lee Heeseung.” She slowly said, almost like a mastermind coming up with a villainous plan–well, you would consider your best friend to be some sort of evil criminal.

But this, this opened new angles in your head. It felt like the universe–or more like your best friend–laid it out for you again. Your once unsolvable puzzle showed a new direction, and the missing piece was all in front of you.

Okay, maybe you felt bad that you were going to use Heeseung like that, even looking forward to it. But, you were really desperate. To the point where you would actually be eager to attend Sunday mass just to ask God for Beomgyu to like you back or even spare one glance at you. Well, what could you do?

Out of excitement, you pulled Seori in for a hug with a squeal while giving her a kiss on the cheek which she in return, yelped. “Seori, you’re a genius!”

“Yes, I know.” She laughed a bit, escaping your tight grip on her before wiping the spot you kissed her hastily with her hands.

“I mean, how hard could it be?”

You smiled and your gaze wet up to the boy you loved for most of your life, then slowly to the equally handsome boy.

Jackpot.

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multidimensional-trashcan · 2 months

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hamlet but i haven't seen it (yet)

there's this guy named hamlet who's the prince of denmark

somethings foul in the state of denmark or something

hamlet's dad, the king, got killed before the play and hamlet suspects his uncle claudius (is that his name?)

claudius marries hamlet's mother and is now king (bit weird but okay)

hamlet doesnt like that

the ghost of hamlet's father appears to hamlet and tells him to kill his uncle in revenge

hamlet the master of indecisiveness™

to be or not to be

thats like about whether to act or not i think

hamlet is a college student so actually quite young (i think boy started to go to college at age 14 and hamlets probably around 16 but nobody's sure)

a phrase stuck in my brain is "hamlet the frat boy" but im pretty sure he's more of a theater kid

instead of killing his uncle hamlet stages a play similar to what he thinks transpired to watch how his uncle reacts to it

the lady doth protest too much, methinks

shakepeare does love to make his protagonists spiral into insanity

i heard hamlet is a story about grief and i also heard that it's like a mirror, what you see about hamlet says more about you that hamlet himself (but dont ask me to elaborate i am realising my brain retains information i have no clue how i got)

in the end almost everyone dies because of hamlet

hamlet stabs someone through the curtain i think its the father of ophelia (polonius or smth i dunno) cause he thinks is his uncle

im not sure why his uncle should be behind a curtain tho

hamlet randomly gets kidnapped by pirates but we never see it because shakespeare already new how expensive special effects are

i bet the pirates let hamlet go because he's a little bitch

hamlet is A LITTLE BITCH

i think in one scene he just tries to fluster ophelia (his not-quite-girlfriend) by turning everything she says into sexual innuendo (may i lay my head in your lap so on so on)

there's one scene with a grave digger whom hamlet asks for whom the grave is the man is digging and the man responds it is his own to which hamlet answers something along the lines of

one would thinks so for thou dost lie in it

great pun

ophelia actually manages to drown in a brook which is characterised by it's shallowness

its unclear whether she did it intentionally

there are some guys named rosencrantz und guildenstern (probably didnt spell that right) and i know nothing about them except that they die because of hamlet and for some reason they always get mentioned together which makes me think they are an item

many people die because of hamlet

also there's a skull

is that yorrick?

hamlet talks to it

david tennant got the role of hamlet because he randomly picked up a real human skull

hamlet dies (big surprise!)

there's a duel? and one of the sword's is poisoned and hamlet picks up the wrong one? is that with laertes? i know he dies, too

also there's horatio, everybody seems to like him so i tried to not mention him for as long as possible to annoy them (not really i just dont know much about him)

people think hes gay for hamlet

hes not nobility but wellspoken

something something sweet prince?

horatio does not die

he lives to tell the tale

which is somehow worse

while i know (claudius?) hamlet's uncle dies and thats kinda the point of hamlet's whole actions i do not actually know when or how he dies (but i know about the curtain stabbing, the brook and the duel, weird)

or is he the one in the duel?

i bet hamlet's mother dies too

i also dont know how hamlet dies, something with the duel and the poisoned sword i guess, i know he picked up the wrong sword but im not sure if the wrong one was that with poison or not

WHAT DOES THE PIRATE KIDNAPPING HAVE TO DO WITH EVERYTHING?

AND WAS HE REALLY SIXTEEN?

i am very confused about how much there is in my brain about the guy

i do think there must be more to horatio except 'gay for hamlet' but i dont know anything

rosencrantz und guildenstern sound like a comic relief duo who dont know what they're doing

something about mother and knowing about playing with her drapes... (is that from hamlet?)

im sure this is enough for now

please do tell me how wrong i am

also tell me if you know why i seem to know so much about this (even if it's not true)

yes, this was inspired by @weirdly-specific-but-ok 's good omens post and @hello-ello-ello 's post about macbeth

#hamlet #shakespeare

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jo-harrington · 10 months

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For the AASB blurb game - this was a very tough decision for me. The obvious answer for me would be Bigfoot, of course, but I've decided to take a different and less traveled path.

This is the Loveland Frogman, a well known Ohio cryptid from - you guessed it - Loveland, Ohio. I would love to know about any possible interactions our Knight may have had with this green fellow.

Oh buddy, HOOTIE! WE ARE IN FOR IT THIS TIME. I was really hoping that you were gonna drop this one specifically. It's not the sexiest...ahem...but...

Please enjoy a little summertime fun. If a name is unfamiliar to you, it's because they are who I lovingly refer to as "Corroded Coffin 1.0" AKA the boys that Eddie grew up with before they left him behind. They always show up in one of my stories or another.

Haven't ready Heaven yet? Find it here. And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

August 1984

Eddie hated goodbyes.

After his mom died, he got it in his head that it was because he said goodbye to her at the drop-off that morning that she never came home.

Wayne had held him for hours as he begged and cried and pleaded for whatever power that was in the universe, whatever God, to just bring her back. To start the day over so he could say "see you later" instead of goodbye.

But there were no merciful Gods, and no do-overs. Once something was put out into the world, it couldn't be taken back.

So he didn't say goodbye anymore. Sometimes he didn't say anything at all. A clap on the shoulder could do just as much as any words could.

And now, as his friends were about to leave on the most harrowing of journeys--college--he decided a "good luck" party was more important than a "goodbye."

It was nearing the end of summer now, still as humid as ever. Belongings were already packed into boxes and last minute trips were taken to Kmart and the Bed Bath and Beyond out by Muncie Mall to grab dorm essentials. Textbooks were purchased and summer jobs abandoned with the empty promise of shifts given during holiday breaks.

Mickey and his parents would hit the road for such-and-such University in the morning, and instead of letting him sleep in his comfortable bed for the last time, Eddie made the whole gang sleep under the stars out by Lover's Lake.

Of course, like any camp out or sleepover, there was no real sleep happening. Instead you were all stuffing yourselves with burnt marshmallows, sipping rapidly-warming beer, and scaring each other shitless with ghost stories and other tall tales.

Well, trying to at least.

"...so they say, if you put baby powder on the back of the car and you sit on the train tracks, your car will roll off the tracks themselves and you can see the handprints of the ghosts in the baby powder."

The boys all boo'd and threw marshmallows at Dave, who flinched and defended himself.

"A ghost train dude? Really?"

"It's not a ghost train, it's ghost kids!"

"If I wanted to fall asleep I would have just stayed home."

"LAME!"

Eddie felt you shake under his arm as you giggled at their antics. Dave's eyes immediately zeroed in on you.

"You too?" he whined, and Eddie didn't know whether or not he should feel a little proud that the younger boys wanted to impress you too.

"Your story was good, Davey," you insisted. "Not as scary as we were all expecting, though."

"Alright, what kind of story do you have then?" Jack challenged you from across the fire.

"Probably not a good one."

"You're a fucking liar," Eddie scoffed, hoping that it would get you to be a little braver and tell the gang one of the many stories you told him. You shifted to look at him with a big smile and warning eyes. He simply ignored you and turned to the already-captivated audience.

"She's a liar," he repeated. "Before she came to Hawkins, she was driving through Ohio and pulled over to ask a group of people who were on the side of the road for directions and when one of them got closer...it was a Frog Man."

All of the stories of the night had been tall tales meant to shock; even so, the boys instantly lost their minds.

"What the fuck?"

"What do you mean a Frog Man? He was a frog...and a man?"

"What did he look like!"

"AND," he continued proudly. "She maintained eye contact the whole time and when he blinked it went--"

"Shut up Eddie!" You slapped your hand over his mouth before he could keep talking and he licked your palm to get you to release him. You turned back to the boys sheepishly. "Ok it was late and it was dark and when I told Eddie this story I might have been exaggerating because I was a little high."

Ok. That might have been true. Eddie had coerced you into smoking. But, he knew even under the influence, you were not typically one to lie. In fact, it just got you to loosen up more. Spill some of your many secrets.

Just not the ones he was dying to know deep down.

Still, the boys started to ask their questions.

"Ok so was it a frog man or was it not?"

"You know the kids book Frog and Toad? Just like that but no little vest."

"Did he ribbit?"

"He didn't...but one of his buddies for sure did."

"HOLY SHIT ANOTHER ONE!?"

"Yeah."

"Did you get out of the car?"

"Well, no that wouldn't have been smart," you laughed judgmentally as if that was the most odd and dangerous thing being said all night. "But it was the middle of the night. I just needed to know how to get back onto the highway."

The discussion progressed, more amongst the others than you and Eddie, about the logistics of the Frog Man and his Frog Friends, and what they might do if they ever crossed paths with them.

You snuggled back into Eddie's embrace and watched them, the two of you making comments occasionally, especially as they started debating whether the Frog Man would walk like normal or if he would hop.

"Ok. What else have you seen though?" Jeff finally piped up and shuffled a little closer. "Or what did you think you've seen? A ghost, a vampire...a hellhound or something?"

"Uhh..." You tripped over your words and reached up to fiddle with the cross on your necklace. "Well nothing like that but..."

Eddie knew that little tell of yours, how you couldn't stop playing with your necklace when you were nervous. Restless. It was sudden and unexpected and he frowned.

Why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

He pressed a kiss to your temple and said a few words of encouragement.

You took a deep breath and went along with your next story, something much more elaborate and cryptic, falling into the theme of the night. And you didn't once reach for your necklace again.

But as the festivities began to wind down, and everyone started to doze off, Eddie couldn't help but wonder...

They were just stories. Weren't they?

#eddie munson x reader #aasb #Eddie munson blurb #Eddie munson fluff #hootie mcboob <3 #hymns of heaven

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maxillis · 1 year

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anyway actually i do actually want to explore an elysium with an innoccentic harry. every time he steps foot in that church and looks up at the mosaic of dolores dei, it makes me think. every kind of apocalyptic omen that comes out of nowhere, every superstitious layman that believes harrier du bois is some kind of harbinger, every revacholian that dreads the ground harry walks on...harry is a broken, sad, empty, lonely and desperate man. he has profound and insightful things to say about the world. he observes it with care and love. we have the sodium lights. this is somewhere to be. he observes it with cynicism and deep dissatisfaction. he knows when the numbers are wrong. he knows when the suit at the desk is going to fuck over old widows and their children. sometimes he loses his sense of reality and begins to instead count the days that remain. the city connects to him through the invertibrates. he has done atrocious, unforgivable things. he fights for the people, he's a real common hero. he is a person no one wants, or is eager, to hear from.

and no one that knows him, really knows him, is ever in a position to see an innocentic harry. they see the radiation instead. they see the bloated corpse of a drunk. he survives heart attacks out on the bombed, rotting roads of history and they wonder how he hasn't left himself out to dry in the pale by now. to them, he may as well have been the body in the tree. the imperfection of his chin, from a bout of polio when he was young, is not quite a combat injury like lely's. they both nonetheless had to learn how to speak to the rest of the world through it.

harry is often discounted as a competent person because of his drinking, and the most intense pushback against harry comes from his partner, who was scorned by harry's ego and condescension. jean, a satellite-officer, one of harry's last few believers. but none of it matters anymore, because all of harry's words have been tainted. there is nothing he can say to inspire jean's forgiveness, or happiness, or relief. when i think about THE NEXT WORLD MURAL i think about how jean wanted to keep it, and how it must have been harry, his superior, who agreed to take that back to precinct 41--agreed to debate it and demand to vote whether it should be conserved or removed. of course they couldn't get rid of it. true love is only possible in the next world. for new people. it is too late for us.

in precinct 57, a moralist in a revolutionary jacket wonders if his superiors care that they're sending him to work with the human can-opener. the 50's era, moribund drunk, somewhat of a street legend (or was it a tall tale?) and also a sordid promise that the case would be solved to the ends of the earth. kim had forgotten the man's name somehow. it was only mentioned once before, when kim was determined not to pay attention to who exactly the poor son of a bitch was, getting caught on the short end of the pissing-contest shit-stick, in the maw of martinaise. but even without a name, kim had known what to look for. that goddamn jamrock shuffle. he could have named it as he watched harry shamble down the stairs.

kim is no saint. he is no devout founder's party service boy. but there is no point where he can't bring himself to believe harry's hunches, warnings, and instincts. one of them saves kim's life. another finds a bullet that has already taken a life, in a hanged man's head. harry finds ruby because the wind speaks to him. there is a 2mm hole in the world, and harry has seen it. he knows what it will do, he understands what it is made from. something got you this far, kim thinks. however, he too knows he is not imaginative enough to think of what, in particular, that could be.

this innocentic harry, shrouded in pale and ravaged by the world he was born into, will also likely do nothing but fall on deaf ears that have been both put off by his substance abuse and quite frankly fucked over by dolorianism, and the last vestiges of belief in his word will be those who altogether reject the imposition of the past (AKA the overlap in a venn diagram between delinquents and kim kitsuragi) on any bearing of the present. that's how harry works; he is discounted because people believe he is nothing but a rambling drunk, or a paranoia case. but kim saw his service history. he also saw the startlingly low kill count.

but if the only way for harry to start anew was to rewrite himself out of an old wrecked frame, while older, out-of-date copies of harry du bois were still open on jean vicquemare's desk, then true love really would only be possible in the next world, and harry's infection-by-pale would be the last nail in his coffin. so harrier du bois is no longer permitted to live in the past and he suffers the consequences when he slips back. he can't un-speak jean away from the past where they both once stood. his boon, and bane, is that he must now surround himself with what is to come. and his curse is that nobody believes him. he will not go down in history. he will not live to see the change. nobody has faith in him, even when he succeeds. and he has succeeded so often; statistically more often than he has faltered. just like you cannot call kim a revolutionary for wearing a jacket you cannot call harry a revolutionary regardless of how he chooses to serve the people but "harrier" is a gift from his mother to keep him strong during war and he was born in a hospital where people would usually go to die if you even care

#disco elysium #like do you ever just go a little bit fucking crazy.#anyways #harry du bois aka the cringefail innocence #cd-roms

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The Dragon’s School is on Top of the Mountain

As a quick breather while we wait for the finale of Dungeon Meshi, I read Ryoko Kui’s short story collection, The Dragon's School is on Top of the Mountain, and it was incredible

The first few short stories are all nominally the same story. The beast-lord in the mountain is terrorizing the local villages and a destined hero slays it to save the people. Except each of the stories is told from a different perspective in a different genre, and the themes plays out so completely different. The first one is the most traditional fantasy of them, with the weary hero returning. But killing the beast-king hasn’t stopped the monsters that ravage the people’s crops, and the human kingdoms go back to war. Killing the boss doesn’t do anything for systematic violence. The second story is a minstrel’s tale, and reframes the whole thing as a Beauty and the Beast situation, turning it into a tragedy when the hero slays him. The third story is some time after the beast is slain, with the local kingdom trying to reclaim his massive castle and land. The hero is depressed and sick of humanity for not supporting him in the fight and letting his friends get killed, and the inhabitants of the castle begin to succumb. But eventually he’s forced to reveal there’s a wellspring of hope beneath the castle, and they have to deal with rebuilding anyway. The final one is the wackiest, where it turns out the beast-lord and monsters were from a terraforming machine gifted to humanity by aliens, but humanity quickly became dependent on the machine and had to learn to live on their own again. None of these versions can really be canon with each other, but it was fascinating to explore the same thing four different ways

The fifth story was its own thing. A poor village is trying find a spirit to watch over them and bring them prosperity, so the village elders take a local boy and try to woo some goddesses. Featuring the choicest examples of Kui’s knack for drawing women as the goddesses, this story is more light-hearted than the previous ones: the characters keep getting in over their heads with the various goddesses, like the lake spirit who is actually the whole lake. It ends with a reveal that the village actually had a guardian spirit the whole time, and while it ends with the village getting the recovery they wished for, it actually ended up being quite bittersweet

The next three stories were very cool explorations of speculative biology, with killer undertones of exploring heavy real topics: disability, discrimination, and environmentalism. This section has the most similar vibes to Dungeon Meshi. These all take place in modern Japan with one fantastical element added. The first is about centaurs living among humans. It cuts back and forth between 4-koma gags of a human man living with his centaur wife, and a serial story of human discrimination in the workforce leading to a political movement to suppress centaur rights. The second is about a girl with angel wings trying to decide if she should go to a special school in America to train to use them as an adult. Her parents and classmates keep pressuring to take that opportunity, but she wants to stay in Japan with the boy she likes and she doesn’t even enjoy flying anyway. At first he tries to support her by telling her that she should only do what she wants to do, but in the end even he says it would be a waste not to use her wings. The third one is about the titular dragon’s school, which is actually a normal university that focuses on the study of dragons: physiology and habitats, dragon flight certification, and veterinary medicine. There are many species of dragon and they’re generally endangered, with dwindling public support for their preservation. Most of the uses for dragons went away with the Industrial Revolution, so the question is whether it’s worth preserving those animals that no longer materially benefit humanity? Fascinating way to end the book

Except there’s one more story, which is a bit of letdown after all that. A group of NEETs are brought in for a human psychology experiment where they all have to live in a house together for a month. Overtime, the more productive members get mysteriously culled from the experiment, only for it all to turn out to be a rehabilitation project. It was interesting, but not on the same level as Kui’s fantasy work

#dungeon meshi #ryoko kui #kui ryoko #the dragon's school is on top of the mountain #fantasy #the girl in the angel story was also the spitting image of young Falin #book review #kinda

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I meet Amber Heard in the café of a hotel in Sicily and when she reaches to shake hands, the ice breaker becomes the tan orthopedic brace cradling that wrist.

“I wish I had a better story, but I was swatting a fly — though in my opinion it was a mosquito which makes it extra annoying — and I missed, and tripped over my daughter’s little stepping stool, and caught myself with my wrist,” she said. “I have tendinitis in the same wrist, and while my usual sound medical approach is to ignore it and hope it goes away, that wasn’t an option because it would just linger.”

“I’m in control for the most part of what comes out of my mouth,” she said. “What I’m not in control is how my pride in this project and all we put into this film can be surrounded by clips of other stuff. That’s a big thing I had to learn, that I’m not in control of stories other people create around me. That’s something that probably I’ll appreciate as a blessing further down the line. Right now, I just kind of want to not have, you know, stones thrown at me so much. So let’s get the elephant out of the room then, and just let me say that. I am an actress. I’m here to support a movie. And that’s not something I can be sued for.”

“It might not be obvious to other people, but I’ve been acting my whole adult life, since I was 16,” Heard said. “As crazy as it sounds to say, that means I have decades in this industry. I’m not telling you I have this amazing film career, but what I have is something that I’ve made, myself, and it has given me a lot to be able to contribute. The odds of that in this industry are really improbably but somehow, here I am. I think I’ve earned respect for that to be its own thing. That’s substantial enough. What I have been through, what I’ve lived through, doesn’t make my career at all. And it’s certainly not gonna stop my career. So let’s talk about this movie.”

DEADLINE: This is a complex tale, the collision between science and religion with the life of an exceptional boy hanging in the balance. What were the themes that spoke most powerfully to you?

HEARD: Its heart. On its surface, it seems like it is superstition versus science, religiosity versus objectivism, but at its heart, it’s just kind of about love. I liked that it plays with this debate between what’s real, the supernatural versus the natural. And the way that Connor brilliantly bridges the two sides and finds the most natural thing ever, which is love.

DEADLINE: Like where an estranged father reconnects to his son and rises to protect him from danger, and a psychologist whose allegiance to science is overtaken by a protective maternal instinct toward this motherless boy who is marked for death by this priest and the townsfolk he holds sway over…

HEARD: That is what I like about Conor’s writing, it’s very grounded and he finds a natural way to connect these elements that seem in stark contrast to one another. There’s an almost supernatural force that Grace finds herself in. She’s an objective thinker, a rational scientific woman who’s proud to be independent minded. Okay. She’s able to see magic and how something that has been characterized or seen as evil and demonic and supernatural has somehow manages to also have their arc that ends in love. What’s more relatable than the selfless love you give to a child, whether they are our biological children or not? There’s something really powerful about that, and I loved that he could do something that felt supernatural and has a surrealist element to it that I, and make it feel very grounded.

DEADLINE: Religion and the existential crises it creates has been part of movies from Silence to Mission and Bardo. How do you prepare to step into Columbia in 1890?

HEARD: It was how I related to Grace, this fish out of water who comes into that world an outsider who has the deck stacked against her. People are not prepared to accept her. She’s different. She’s not likable, she’s fiercely independent and doesn’t fit into a standard expectation of the era’s societal gender norms. She sits outside of it just her being a doctor, being unmarried, and riding a horse with her legs open. As opposed to side saddle like men did. The way she bucks gender norms is frightening for any culture, any society. So there was a lot there I related to. There’s something really beautiful about showing the awkwardness of trying to adjust to a change of world. Somebody who steps off a ship, and rides on the back of a horse for two days to arrive in a remote village in Columbia. She cant prepare for that. It’s really nice to allow the organic nature of her experiencing this fresh as herself and coming into this world and, being really proud of what she carries, even though she knows a warm reception won’t be waiting for her. She knows she’s going in to be mistaken as the wife of the doctor and she has battles ahead of her. She’s almost too prepared to battle, all the time. And then we see her really like fall in love with this child and, and, and that that transcends the awkwardness of culture and the awkwardness of her position and bucking the gender norms and all this stuff.

DEADLINE: Her independent spirit leads her to demand she and the child visit the grave of his mother, even though she’s told it is too dangerous to wander around outside the gates of his home. It causes the priest who accompanies her to take a terrible beating. She clearly has to learn to better read the room.

HEARD: That’s so true I think that’s growing up, huh? Maybe not that I have grown up at all, but it is like growing up and learning it can’t always be, I’m gonna do it this way. I’m gonna charge ahead and change things. Only to find it’s about figuring out what is worth that fight and what isn’t. Playing that, sometimes I’m lucky to be an actress, and sometimes I’m not.

DEADLINE: We learn most lessons through adversity. When you come out the other side of what you did, does it give you another tool to boost your confidence as an actress, or clarify what you want from your acting career in this next chapter of your career?

HEARD: You know, I just want to make movies and be appreciated, as an actress. I don’t want to have to be crucified to be appreciated as one.

DEADLINE: You’ve got this coming out in theaters in October, and you’ve got Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom coming in December. DC’s been through some adversity with The Flash not overwhelming, Black Adam either. The first Aquaman was the brightest spot in the DC canon excepting Batman. Is this a movie you’re excited about?

HEARD: Oh, of course. These are very different kinds of projects representing two very different ends of the spectrum in my industry. There’s a ton of pressure on these big franchise movies, with millions and millions of dollars at stake, and compromises are part of trying to make it the most successful thing it can be. Then on the other end of the spectrum is a small indie film like In The Fire, a work of art and work of love, with nowhere near the same resources, and so there are compromises there. The best luck you can have as an actor is to be able to balance both. Aquaman, that franchise and the machinery behind it, I’m very honored, honored to be a part of that. And then there are these small passion projects like In The Fire, where I’m proud to have gotten to know the filmmaker and the cast, and we got dirty together, to breathe life into this story. There’s something cool about that, and I think success is an actor who is able to have both those things.

#amber heard #in the fire #news #interviews

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BLOOD LIKE POISON (I)- LEGACIES

Summary: Faith Mikaelson has always felt different from her sister. She felt as if there was ominous inside of her that she was sure Hope didn't feel. After losing their parents the two siblings became a lot closer. Whether it was the fact that they didn't want to risk losing each other as well or because they realized that they only had each other left, they did everything they could to protect each other. But things get a lot more difficult when a creature named Malivore starts sending monsters to the Salvator boarding school which forces the students to fight the monsters in order to protect themselves. During this inevitable battle, Faith finds someone who she ends up making an unexpected connection with and she finds out that she may not be as alone as she originally thinks.

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'WHEN WE'RE YOUNG, WE'RE TAUGHT the distinction between a hero and a villain, good and evil, a savior and a lost cause.

But what if the only real difference is just who's telling the story?

My name is Faith Mikaelson.

I come from a long line of the villains in the tales you've heard about vampires, werewolves, witches, and everything in between.

The school behind these gates protects the secrets of people like me. And tonight, under the light of the full moon, we will be opening our doors to someone new.'

"RAFAEL SERIOUSLY, IT'S NOT RIGHT," Landon tells his friend with a chuckle.

"It is what it is, Landon," Rafael said.

"You're not Catholic. You shouldn't have to confess your sins." Landon argued.

"I tossed a lawnmower through the patio doors, bruh. If apologizing to God gets Hector and Maria off of my back, so be it."

They walked up to the church and went in.

"Buenas tardes, Father Pietro," Rafael says as they meet the priest.

"Buenas tardes, Rafael. Por favor, pray with me."The priest returns. Rafael gets in a kneeling position.

"Landon, you can leave now. It's okay, we can take it from here." Hector says.

"I'm good, Hector," Landon argues.

"Landon, this is between your foster brother and God, okay?" Maria tells Landon walking closer to him.

"Hey, I got it, bro. Just wait outside." Rafael reassures. Landon sighs but obeys. He walks out of the building and puts in his earbuds to listen to music while sitting on the steps. Hector and Maria make sure he's out there before putting a chain on the door and locking it.

"Spiritus Sanctus. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst..." The priest then started chanting words in Latin.

"What's going on here? What?" Rafael became wary with what the priest was chanting "What are you doing?!" Rafael exclaimed when Hector and Maria grabbed him holding him still. With the priest still chanting Rafael's bones started breaking. He screamed and grunted in pain. He then collapsed to the ground and when he looked up his eyes were glowing and his fangs came out.

Landon looked up when he heard tires screeching in front of him.

He then looks up to see Hope and Faith getting out of the car along with Alaric.

"Landon?" Hope and Faith inquired as they walked up to him.

"Hope? Faith?" He asked shock written on his face.

"You three know each other?" Alaric asked once he walked up to join them.

"Long story," Hope replied bluntly.

"Yeah," Faith agreed.

They all looked to the church as they heard yelling and glass breaking inside.

"Dr. Saltzman," Hope said.

"Yeah, I'm on it," Alaric replied going to open the door only to find it locked. He looked back at Hope and Faith. "Doors are locked."

"Dissera portus!" Hope and Faith chanted spreading their arms in an open motion. The doors flew open making the chains break off.

"You're gonna want to stay out here, Landon, trust me," Hope told the boy who looked shocked while entering the church.

When they walked in they saw the priest holding a cross in front of Rafael while chanting.

"Shut down the exorcist, would you?" Alaric asked.

"Silencio," Faith said making the priest stop chanting. "Ad somnum." The priest dropped his cross and fell to the ground along with Hector and Maria. Alaric, Hope, and Faith crouched down by Rafael while Alaric pulled some chains out of the bag he brought.

"Help me..." Rafael grunted out. He started to grow claws. "What's happening?" He asked terrified.

"My God," Landon muttered when he entered the church.

"Help me..." Rafael repeated while transforming more and more with every minute.

Hope, Faith, and Alaric rushed over to chain him to the ground.

"Easy does it. Easy, now." Alaric said while he finished placing the chain on him; whilst Hope and Faith already finished. He then stepped back and Rafael was fully transformed growling and snarling at them.

Landon had a shocked look on his face.

IT WAS DAYTIME NOW AND FAITH, Hope, Alaric, Landon, and Rafael were all driving back to the boarding school in Mystic Falls. Hope was seated in the passenger seat, and Faith was in the back in between Landon and Rafael.

"How do you guys know each other?" Alaric asked breaking the silence.

"He used to serve us milkshakes at the Mystic Grill," Hope replied glancing at Landon.

"Peanut Butter Blast. Whipped cream on the bottom," He said looking at Hope then glanced at Faith. "Mint chocolate chip. With extra whipped cream." Hope looked back at him and smiled along with Faith.

"We danced once." He said referring to himself and Hope.

"We tried," Hope corrected with a laugh, and Faith chuckled lightly at the memory. "And then you moved away."

"Then you both made a door blow off its hinges with your brain. Do you feel like explaining that?"

"Not really." Faith muttered under her breath, but since Landon was right next to her he heard anyway.

"Oh, we'll explain everything. We're almost there." Alaric replied.

"Where are we going?" Landon asked.

"Somewhere safe," Alaric said as they reached the boarding school.

"WELCOME TO THE SALVATORE SCHOOL," Lizzie greeted standing beside Josie at the school's entrance. "We're your tour guides."

"I'm Josie,"

"I'm Lizzie, sisters,"

"Twins,"

"Fraternal. Obvs."

"Rafael why don't you go ahead with the girls while I talk to Landon," Alaric suggested.

The Saltzman twins went to link arms with Rafael. "Morning, Hope." They said sarcastically in unison. "Morning, Faith." They sang in a genuine tone. Faith gave a smile and waved to them.

"Morning, girls," Hope said with the same enthusiasm she got while giving Faith a questioning look to which she just shrugged.

"More like despair," Lizzie muttered.

"I heard that," Hope called.

"No, you didn't," Lizzie said walking away.

"Didn't have to," Hope said. Faith just shook her head at their behavior.

"Everyone, behave," Alaric ordered.

"Love you, Dad." Lizzie and Josie called before leaving.

"So, let's get started," Alaric said motioning towards the doors of the building.

As they entered, Alaric asked a question to Landon. "I'm curious Landon— slow down," He told some kids who were running by, "—were you aware of us when you lived in Mystic Falls?"

"Uh, I knew Hope and Faith went to some fancy boarding school." He replied. "People in town said it was for troubled rich kids. I see the rich part is true." He explained staring at a little girl floating books. "Nobody in town mentioned anyone here could do that."

They entered Alaric's office. "No one in Mystic Falls knows much about us. We blend in just enough. Participate and contribute just enough. Keeps people from asking too many questions." Alaric explained.

"What is there to know exactly?" Landon inquired.

Alaric looked to Hope and Faith. "Well, I used to have a speech prepared, carefully unpeeling the layers of mystical history, but it turns out most people have read Harry Potter and are actually cool with me skipping the tee-up."

"You're a school for magic?" Landon asked incredulously.

"We are a school for the supernatural, which covers a lot of territory. Everyone here has something that makes them special in ways that the outside world... wouldn't understand."

"So, what are you guys?" Landon asked looking the girls over curiously.

"This could take a while to explain," Faith muttered.

"We should get to class," Hope announced gazing at her sister who just evenly met her gaze.

"No. No. Sorry. I don't mean to be a dick, but I don't know you," He said looking at Alaric. "And though the image of you whamming a priest is still fresh, I need you guys here." He said looking at both the girls, but mostly wishing Hope would stay. "Just tell me what all that was in the church last night."

"What do you think it was?" Hope asked.

"Well, as best as I can reason, either I've lost my mind or werewolves are real."

Hope, Faith, and Alaric glanced at one another.

"Th—this is beyond insane. How is that even possible?"

"It's a long story, involving an ancient vengeful witch and a bloodline curse. We cover all that in Origins of the Species, grade six." Alaric told him.

"In sixth grade at my school, we learned the state capitals," Landon stated making Faith and Hope laugh.

"We teach that, too," Hope said.

"I have some questions about Rafael," Alaric stated.

"Like what?"

"Well, let's start with who he killed recently."

"Why would you ask me that?"

"The werewolf gene lies dormant until the carrier takes a human life," Alaric explained. "If Rafael triggered his curse, it's... because he killed someone. And we don't accept cold-blooded killers into our program."

"He's not a killer," Landon said getting defensive.

"We're not trying—" Hope started.

"He's not... a killer," Landon repeated.

"Well, I know a little bit about his background." Alaric started. "Neglectful birth parents. Orphaned in adolescence. Six foster homes in seven years. Prone to fits of anger." He listed and Faith felt some pity for the boy.

"Yeah, you could just as easily be reading my file— that's what it's like out there for people like him and me." Landon exasperated.

"Landon, l know this is a lot to take in right now, but we're only trying to help," Hope said. "Faith and I have been going here since we were seven. This is a safe place for people like Rafael. It's a home."

"Yeah, Landon just let us help him out." Faith tried to reason with him. "He'll do well here. He'll be okay."

"But... if we take him in, we need to make sure that he is not a threat," Alaric said.

"His girlfriend..." Landon sighed. "Cassie. Last month... he was driving, there was a storm, he took a turn too fast. And then he started acting out. At first, I thought it was just grief. And then maybe... maybe drugs or something. And then he threw a 200-pound lawnmower 50 feet across the yard. That was when our foster parents called in the priest. I guess they thought he was possessed by the devil."

"All of that is... consistent with a newly triggered wolf. It's normal. Thank you for that, Landon." Alaric explained. "Oh." He looked to Hope and Faith.

"Everything's gonna be okay. I promise." Hope said walking up to Landon and reassuring him.

"We're ready," Faith called out. The door opened and in came M.G.

"Landon Kirby, Milton Greasley," Alaric introduced as M.G. walked over.

"Come on, Dr. Saltzman," M.G. said indicating that Alaric uses his preferred title— M.G.

"Right. M.G. I'm sorry. Take it from a guy named Alaric. I get it. Landon, M.G. is my student aide." Alaric explained.

"He's also a vampire," Faith added.

"Of course he is," Landon mused. "You know, for a school with a secret to keep, you're kind of liberal with your information."

"Well, we don't actually intend for you to remember any of it," Alaric confessed making Landon confused.

M.G. put his hand on Landon's shoulder, looked deeply into his eyes, and started to compel him. "Forget everything you've seen or learned since last night. All you need to know is that your friend has found a home where he can live a better life. You'll miss him. But you know it's for the best."

Landon roughly removed M.G.'s hand from his shoulder and said, "Are you three out of your minds? How could I forget any of this?"

"What the hell?" Faith exclaimed confused as to how the compulsion didn't work.

"M.G. did you do it wrong?" Hope quickly asked.

"No, I didn't do it wrong," M.G. argued. "It's the easiest vampire trick in the book."

"Well, it didn't work." Hope snapped back.

"Obviously it didn't work." Landon tries to leave the office but M.G. vamp-sped in front of him and grabbed his neck applying pressure until he passed out. They hurried over to them.

"Careful. Get him to the cellar. This is not good this is bad." Alaric said as he opened the door for M.G. to drag Landon out. Hope stared at them with worry in her eyes and Faith just placed a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. Hope sent her a small thankful look.

FAITH LEFT HOPE TO TALK TO LANDON alone and meet up with Lizzie and Josie.

Faith saw them heading to the field with Rafael and went up to them.

"Alyssa Chang made a broom fly in physics last year, but Rick Rogers fell 30 feet during practice, so real-life Quidditch remains an elusive pipe dream," Faith heard Lizzie say. "It's called Wickery. My parents invented it when we were ten."

"Hey. Josie. Lizzie." Faith called when she reached them.

"Hey, Faith." They said in unison.

"And..." She said pointing to Rafael. "Rafael, right?"

"Yeah," He replied with a small polite smile still looking overwhelmed by everything, and Faith couldn't blame him. "Nice to meet you, Faith."

"Same to you," Faith said returning the smile.

"Come on, Faith, sit with me and M.G.," Josie said linking her arm with Faith's.

"Ok," Faith told her starting to walk off with her. "See ya, Liz. You as well, Rafael."

"Bye, Faith," Lizzie said while Rafael gave a small wave.

Faith and Josie walked over to where M.G. was seated and unlinked their arms when they sat down on opposite sides of him.

"Yo," M.G. called to them. "Giving up dibs on the new guy so quickly?" He directed to Josie.

Josie smiled while looking at Rafael as she replied, "It's not a competition."

"Yeah, Jo, because if it was, no offense, you would lose to Lizzie," Faith told her to which Josie gave her a look. "Come on. I'm sorry, but you know it's true."

"Plus..." She started again lightly glaring at Faith and ignoring her previous comment. "I'm still nursing a wounded soul."

"Hmm. Penelope Park." M.G. said.

"We don't mention her name anymore, remember?" Josie reminded making M.G. chuckle and apologize.

"Then how about we just call her bitch? That works too, right?" Faith asked with a small grin on her face, trying to lighten the mood. Which worked when she heard Josie and M.G. chuckle.

After a moment of silence, M.G. asked Josie something, "Do you think he'll go for her?"

"Probably. They usually do." Josie said while glancing at Lizzie and Rafael again.

"Don't worry about it too much Jo, we can be single, depressed souls together." Faith sighed out dramatically looking over to Josie. "No one goes for me either."

"Oh please, Faith. Remember Dylan or Rowan," M.G. started listing off the guys who tried to ask out Faith but got rejected.

"Ok, M.G., I meant people who are actually good for me," Faith argued grimacing at the thought of them all. "Point is, Josie, you're an incredible person and soon enough you're gonna find someone for you, alright?"

"Okay, thanks." She said with a small smile. Faith looked back over to where Lizzie was and saw Rafael getting up, the former looking sad. Faith knew that wouldn't end well.

"Oh. I forgot I was supposed to be training with Dr. Saltzman right now— bye guys." Faith said to them quickly getting up.

"Bye Faith."

"I'll talk to you later."

RIGHT NOW FAITH WAS WATCHING AS Hope and Alaric sparred waiting for it to be her turn.

"You didn't have to lock him in a cellar," Hope said angrily stopping for a moment.

"Where else was I gonna put him?" Alaric asked trying to send a right hook to Hope who just dodged. Alaric tried to punch her again but she backed up. "Block with your hand."

"I got it," Hope called back annoyed. Faith just rolled her eyes at her sister's stubbornness.

"If you had it I wouldn't have to say it." Alaric said walking past her and throwing another right hook to which Hope just grabbed his arm and pushed him forward. He quickly regained his composure and Hope threw a left hook which he went back to dodge she then swung her right arm grabbed it and held it behind her back.

"Dimiterre," Hope muttered causing Alaric to flip over her head. Hope then did a backflip and pinned him down.

"Cheater!" Faith exclaimed at the same time as Alaric. Hope only looked over to Faith smirking then looked down to Alaric.

"You should really let a vampire start doing our training. You're getting a little old for me to break your human bones." Hope taunted.

"Speak for yourself I like Saltzman training," Faith said with a small smile.

"Thank you, Faith," Alaric replied giving a grateful smile in Faith's direction. Hope only rolled her eyes as Faith stuck her tongue out at her. Hope then helped Alaric up as he asked, "You and Landon, you a thing or something?"

"I don't have things," Hope replied while they continued to spare.

"Yes, I'm well aware of your quest to avoid all emotional intimacy. There was obviously something."

"I liked him. He's normal."

"Well, let's keep him that way. We survive here because we follow the rules. We can't get sloppy about it." Alaric explained walking over to his water bottle and handing Hope hers.

"You're the one that's always telling us that we need to get out more," Hope said with a chuckle.

And Alaric was right about that. Hope is hardly social, and doesn't really talk to anybody but her sister. Faith has a few friends but she mostly likes the stay by her sister's side, because she feels that if Hope is suffering she should stick around to help her get through it. For another valid reason as well, but what Faith doesn't put into thought to recognize is that she's also suffering inside but trying to push down the emotions and put on a brave face, if that's for herself or her sister she doesn't know.

"I tell you both that you need to stop locking yourselves in your dorm room binge-watching Cutthroat Kitchen and the Harry Potter series." He says taking a glance at Faith. "I don't tell you to go out and fraternize with the human locals." He directed to Hope.

"You know you can just be my headmaster. All this other stuff isn't in the job description." Hope said.

"Hope..." Faith muttered quietly.

"Attempt to make an actual friend here, and we could reevaluate this relationship," Alaric told Hope.

"Dad?" We turned our heads to see Josie standing there. "Cleanup on aisle 'L'."

Alaric sighed. "Want some help?" Faith offered.

"No, I think I got it." He told her walking away.

FAITH AND HOPE WALKED BACK TO their dormitories and laid down getting ready for bed since it was late. Hope kept shifting in her bed gaining her sister's attention.

"That's getting annoying now." Faith muttered turning in bed to look at her sister getting fed up with all the movement.

"Sorry. It's just... should I go see him?" Hope asked her sister who just chuckled and replied,

"Go see him, Hope." Faith told her sister who muttered a quick 'yeah, ok' before getting up to leave.

"Hey, since I'm leaving, you wanna go with me," Hope asked because she knows how hard it is for herself and her sister to fall asleep.

"No thanks. I'll just stay here." Faith replied turning back around to get comfy, not wanting to be a third wheel in her sister's relationship.

"Okay."

HOPE WAS IN THE LIBRARY WITH Landon showing him some books. She had left to grab a book and come back. "The blood that runs through Faith and I's veins isn't human. Our dad was one of the earth's Original Vampires." Hope sat the book down on the table in front of Landon.

"Was?" Landon repeated.

"Was," Hope confirmed. "Turns out even immortal beings can find a way to die eventually."

" 'Klaus Mikaelson: The Great Evil'." Landon read.

"He wasn't very popular around here."

"One of my foster dads used to burn us with his cigarettes. I guess evil is relative." Landon confessed and Hope looked at him sadly.

Hope tried to change the subject, "Our mother was a werewolf alpha."

"There's that 'was' again," Landon observed.

"The people that I care about have a tendency to die on me," Hope told him solemnly.

"What about Faith? You still have her." Landon asked.

"Yeah. I do. And she's amazing, and I love her. But we're around each other most of the time, and what would happen if she decided to leave me like everyone else? Surely, she'll find someone else to stand by and give up on me... or she could leave the same way our parents did." Hope cleared her throat and sighed trying to momentarily get rid of the sadness. "I try not to get close to people anymore, my twin sister is an exception."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"Um, our grandmother was a witch. So, all those things passed down, making us—"

"Unicorns?" Landon joked.

"A hybrid of three different creatures, tri-brid. I can control when I turn, which is what I was doing tonight." Hope explained. "We're the only ones of our kind."

"Yeah. See? Unicorns." Landon repeated making Hope laugh.

"Can I show you something?" Hope asked. "Earlier, you mentioned the jock that had messed with you the day that we danced," Hope mentioned walking close to Landon putting her hands by his neck, and showing him a memory.

Connor dumps his drink on the table in front of Landon and throws the lid at him. He then laughs and sarcastically says, "I'm so sorry." He and his friends then get in the car and drive off

"That's the guy," Landon said. "You can just dial up one of my memories like that?"

"It's not you're memory. It's mine." Hope told him.

Connor was with some of his friends while he was washing his car. Hope and Faith then raised their hands and started chanting. The car freezes over and all the windows break. Everybody starts gasping. "My car! Oh my god!" Connor starts freaking out. Hope and Faith start smirking and then fist bump.

"You both did that for me?" Landon asked.

"He had it coming," Hope replied softly as they stared at each other intently. Hope then broke the silence and cleared her throat, "Plus, Faith said she also did it for herself because Connor winked at her."

"Oh, yeah. Understandable."

"Um, we shouldn't be in here after curfew," Hope said removing her hands from Landon's neck. "We should get you back before anyone knows that you're gone."

THE NEXT DAY FAITH AND HOPE watched as Landon said his goodbye to Rafael before leaving the school. He hugged Rafael goodbye before walking off. Faith turned to her sister, "You gonna miss him?" She asked with a grin already knowing the answer.

"Yeah. And he um... he kissed me." Hope muttered with a big grin on her face.

"Wha— and you're just now telling me this!" Faith exclaimed.

"Faith you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you, because then you'd keep me up all night and ask me about it." Hope explained certainly.

"Pffftt... I wouldn't do that." Faith denied swatting her hand at her sister's accusation. Hope gave her sister a look to which she caved, "Alright! Well, was he at least a good kisser?!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WAS HIM?" Hope asked Alaric. Hope, Faith, and Alaric went to talk somewhere private because apparently, Landon stole an ancient knife.

"Ancient artifact goes missing along with too-good-to-be-true hapless human? You do the math, Hope." Alaric argues.

"That would make him a liar, okay? I've known my fair share of those, and there was nothing about him... "

"Yeah. Landon's a good guy." Faith said agreeing with Hope.

"Hope, Faith... " Alaric muttered.

"No, you don't understand. There's no way that the one time that I choose to get close to someone, they turn out to be a liar. It's not possible, okay? I'm not that stupid." Hope said.

"When he walked out that door, we compelled him to go home," Alaric told them.

"So?" Faith inquired.

"So he didn't. It's the first place we checked. And if he didn't go home, that means his memory wasn't erased. He was just pretending that it was. If his mind can't be controlled by a supernatural being, then that only means one thing." Alaric explained. "That he is a supernatural being."

ALARIC DECIDE TO HAVE AN ASSEMBLY and let the students there in on what's happening with Landon. "For ten years we've gone undetected. Protecting you, and protecting our secret has been our singular mission. Tonight I need your help to find Landon Kirby... before he exposes us all." Students then start whispering amongst themselves.

Faith and Josie were walking to Josie's dormitory to study and hang out. They then heard M.G. call them, "Jo! Faith!"

"We're not talking to you," Faith said not bothering to turn around to look at him or stop walking. Josie told Faith about what M.G. did with Penelope and she was shocked and even slightly angry with him. Josie just nodded in agreement.

"Hold on. I'm sorry." He said causing Josie and Faith to stop walking and turn around to look at him. "Alright? I'm an ass. You-know-who, she puts those sex herbs in her weed, and I had a... a momentary lapse of judgment."

"Why does everyone find her so special?" Josie asked.

"She's not special," M.G. said. "She's just... available,"

"Come here," M.G. said going in to hug Josie. He muttered into the hug, "Don't hate me, okay?" He then turned to Faith opening his arms again, "Can I give you one?" He asked.

"Fine," Faith said as she went to hug him.

Faith pulled away from the hug. "Bye, M.G."

M.G. bid both of the girls goodbye then took his leave. Faith turned to Josie who was staring at her ex. She was going to tell her to stop staring but then saw as she muttered something under her breath. Suddenly Penelope's jacket caught on fire. She tried to put it out to no avail so her friends helped her.

"Josiette Saltzman." Faith scolded in disbelief.

"What?"

"I should have been the one to do that," Faith said as she slightly pouted. They started to walk away again neither aware of the other tri-brid watching them.

"I NEED YOUR HELP," Hope said as she walked into the doorway of Josie's dorm. Faith looked up from her book hearing her sister's voice.

"Three more words to me than your annual average," Josie stated not looking up from the book she was getting. "Find someone else. We're studying." She said sitting on her bed next to Faith book in hand. Hope then fully entered the room and closed the door behind her.

"This stuff with Landon is my fault." Hope stated. "I can fix it. I know how to track him, but it involves using dark magic."

"No. We're not doing that, Hope." Faith told her.

"Yeah, and we're not allowed to use dark magic here anyway, so..." Josie agreed.

"Says the girl who just lit her ex on fire," Hope said.

Josie gave Hope a look. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"Hope!" Faith exclaimed. "Seriously?"

"No. No, I'm just looking for a kindred spirit in revenge." Hope said trying to act innocent.

"Sounds like blackmail to me." Faith said glaring at her sister.

"Right," Josie said. They all grabbed the ingredients they needed for the spell. Josie lit a match and lit the candles with it. Hope grabbed a rat out of a box, which made Faith grimace at the sight of it.

"Sorry," Hope said before killing it by breaking its neck. Faith then poured some herbs over the spell pages as Hope held the blade to the rat. She then sliced the rat open and dripped its blood over the pages.

"Are you sure about this?" Josie asked looking uneasy.

"Absolutely," Hope replied.

"I'm not," Faith said with a sarcastic smile, but the look Hope gave her made her quickly shut up. They then joined hands and started chanting.

"Inveniet hostium et tenebrae. Inveniet hostium et tenebrae. Inveniet hostium et tenebrae." They could feel the wind blowing from the spell.

"Do you see anything?" Josie asked Hope and Faith.

"Just flashes," Hope replied. "Come on, give me something."

"I got it. Route 29." Faith said.

"Near the state line." Hope confirmed.

"Is that the knife?" Josie asked in question.

"Yeah." Hope and Faith told her at the same time.

"What's it doing?" Josie inquired.

"I don't know."

"I have no idea."

FAITH, HOPE, ALARIC, AND MATT Donovan were all talking about the crime scene that happened on Route 29.

"Called in a favor with a buddy at State Patrol, asked him to lock down the scene

till we got here," Matt explained. "Local PD thinks it was a chemical spill."

"What's the actual story?" Alaric asked.

"I'll leave that to you to figure out," Matt said shrugging.

"Alright. Thanks, Sheriff."

They walked on the bus and saw all the people on it were burnt corpses.

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#alaric saltzman #hayley marshall #klaus mikaelson #hope mikaelson #legacies #legacies x reader #lizzie saltzman #milton greasley #rafael waithe #rebekah mikaelson #legacies x oc #landon kirby #legacies cw #legacies fanfiction #josie saltzman

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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months

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how he acts as a father hcs ; harry du bois

requested by ; anonymous (06/06/23)

fandom(s) ; disco elysium

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; harry du bois

outline ; “Yo! Here I am humbly asking for Harry Du Bois and Jean-Heron Vicquemare as fathers. Of course not together,no, no they no longer go well together (friendship ended with Jean, now Kim is my best friend). Every time I see an old man I go:" You are my parent now" haha.

Have a great day!🌞💫”

note ; as this is my first time writing for this fandom (and this character) this might come across as a bit shaky. as such this may end up being altered/amended in the future

warning(s) ; canon typical issues

your father is a mess of a man who has done a lot of bad things in his life, but he tries his best to be there for you — even if his issues can get the best of him sometimes

he’s the one who introduces you to disco and dancing — the type of dad who would have you standing on the toes of his work shoes whilst he dances and spins around your living room, both of you laughing as the latest guillaume le million album plays at top volume

he uses stories from his time as a gang member to ‘scare’ you into the right path — exaggerating his tales and not shying away from the gory details in such a way that you’ll usually end up cowering under your bed sheets before the end

harry rarely ever uses your real name, instead opting to use a large roster of nicknames he’s assigned to you over the years — including ‘mischief’, ‘menace’ and ‘tiny’

after joining the militia he made a habit of keeping a photo of the two of you on him at all times (it’s old with yellowed corners and has a light coffee smear on it, but the image of you grinning whilst he hoists you over his shoulder is clear enough for him)

the times when you’re staying with him are the only times when he’ll shy away from his vices — going to great lengths to hide his stashes and stay sober for you because he’s not completely unaware of how frightening and unstable he can get

there has only ever been one time where you saw him intoxicated and the memory of how utterly confused and afraid you were afterwards haunts him even years later

definitely tries to be the ‘fun’ dad and uses his wages to spoil you when he can — saving up for new clothes, toys and books that you want because he never wants you to go without

has gone onto shifts before still wearing whatever absurd hairstyle/makeup/outfit you put him in earlier — with some highlights being pigtails, poorly painted nails and a candy necklace (which he, naturally, ate over the course of the workday)

has been known to beat the crap out of anyone who he deems a threat to you — the other members of his unit never call him out on this particular offence though (mostly because a lot of his fellow parents can empathise)

even when he’s at his worst mentally, you never fail to make him smile or laugh — hell just pulling out that picture from his pocket has been known to lighten his mood at times

as you get older, and as he spirals further, he starts to become much less physically affectionate — the most you’ll get is a kiss on the temple, a ruffling of your hair or a grasp-and-shake of your shoulder as he passes you by

tries his best to attend all of your important events but he there are times when he just can’t make it — whether that’s due to work or a poorly-timed bender — though he always does his best to make up for it

no matter how old you get you’re always gonna be his kid and no amount of growing is gonna change that

100% the type of dad to threaten any partners you bring home (which is extra effective given his reputation)

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #platonic x reader #platonic fluff #disco elysium x reader #platonic disco elysium x reader #disco elysium fluff #harry du bois x reader #harry du bois fluff #first fandom request

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denimbex1986 · 23 days

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'Fans of Andrew Scott and the works of Patricia Highsmith were in luck with the Netflix series Ripley.

The black-and-white drama assembled a wonderful cast of actors to bring the classic novel The Talented Mr Ripley to life.

It tells the story of con artist Tom Ripley (Andrew Scott) as he is tasked with heading to Italy to bring home the wealthy American scion of a shipping fortune, wannabe painter Dickie Greenleaf (Johnny Flynn), but their fast friendship soon takes a dark turn.

The series winds up with a tantalising ending, however, but will there be more to come from Ripley?

Here's all we know about whether Ripley will return for a second season.

Will there be a Ripley season 2?

Netflix has not confirmed if Ripley will return for a second season but is currently labelled as a limited series.

Deadline Hollywood reported last year that the show was designed as a limited series "but there is a possibility to go beyond the first installment if it’s a hit".

When discussing the series with Netflix, Steven Zaillian revealed what drew him to the making the show, noting: "I’ve been a fan of Patricia Highsmith’s books for a long time. She wrote five about her most notorious character, Tom Ripley. When the chance came to tell the first Ripley novel in long-form, rather than just the two hours of a feature, I took it.

"I felt I could get closer to the rhythms of her tale and Tom’s character this way. She sometimes describes events in real-time and in great detail, which is quite effective in linking us to Tom Ripley and somehow making us complicit in his crimes, and the longer form allowed me to do this visually."

Who could star in a potential Ripley season 2?

Naturally, Andrew Scott would need to return in the role of the eponymous character, Tom Ripley.

If the series follows the Ripley novels, the only other character who would return from the first run would be John Malkovich in the role of Ripley's criminal associate, Reeves Minot, who appears in multiple novels in the Ripley series.

Additionally, numerous other characters from the second novel Ripley Under Ground and beyond would need to be cast.

As well as various business associates that Ripley encounters and other potential threats to his art forgery business that he encounters in the second book, the main casting that would need to take place would be that of Ripley's wife and wealthy French heiress Héloïse Plisson.

Are there any wonderful French actresses you'd love to see in the role? I'm rooting for the casting of Eva Green as she'd be such a devilish energy to add to proceedings.

Finally, given how Inspector Pietro Ravini was on to Ripley at the end of the first run, could Maurizio Lombardi reprise his role? It remains to be seen.

What would a potential Ripley season 2 cover?

There are four other Ripley novels by author Patricia Highsmith.

These begin with the book Ripley Under Ground, followed by Ripley's Game, The Boy Who Followed Ripley, and the final novel, Ripley Under Water.

Given the contemplative pace of the first run, we'd imagine a second season would cover the second book or the next two at most.

The second novel follows Ripley six years after the events of the first novel and the death of Dickie Greenleaf, with Tom Ripley now living a lavish lifestyle in France with his wife Héloïse Plisson, having utilised her wealth and his own as the heir of the Greenleaf fortune.

However, Ripley encounters trouble when his art forgery racket begins to collapse in and on itself when his lies catch up with him.

Additionally, the first season ended on a cliffhanger as Inspector Pietro Ravini worked out Ripley's identity deception, so could he reappear to track down the villain?'

#Reeves Minot #John Malkovich #Ripley #Patricia Highsmith #The Talented Mr Ripley #Andrew Scott #Maurizio Lombardi #Steven Zaillian #Dickie Greenleaf #Johnny Flynn #Inspector Pietro Ravini #Heloise Plisson

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sixtypackofcrayola · 2 years

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👁👁 LMK GENSHIN AU??? I AM L I S T E N I N G

OK OK A COUPLE PEOPLE ASKED SO HERE I GO NO THIS WILL NOT BE FORMALLY WRITTEN :SMILE: 'm just gonna ramble!! aannndd hope i make some kinda sense theresss gonna be some holes and things i havent come up with n ill mention them but ppl are lucky ta fill stuff in with their own ideas n feed this brainrot<33

okaayyy so first is mk right so abt mk's vision,, mk is like the last in the little hero group to get a vision. hes been tryin for SO LONG to get one and ever since mei got hers hes been kinda more driven to get one himself. he knows theres like- special circumstances involved n hes been tryin to like get that cool thing to happen so they can get theirs but,,, nothins worked yet yknow mk like tries to make guess abt what vision theyre gonna get one day and mei thinks mk is gonna get pyro and like woah cool just like his da-- i mean pigsy!!! so hes not sayin itd be his one and only choice but thinkin about it and what tang has said abt visions he thinks pyro is def possible bc hes real passionate about a lot of things!! like his job and his friendships and MONKEY KING LORE and yknow all that good stuff so he gets it after doin somethin similar to the big fight at the end of a hero is born just- beatin' the SHIT out dbk ig along with his friends and while hes there and struggling but knowin he has to defeat this guy for the sake of everyone he ends up getting his vision and he doesnt focus on the element too much (it does end up being geo) at first its more just HOW TF DO I USE THIS NOW.. but he ends up doin somethin real wacky and BOOM dbk gone 4 now and like after all that is over n we're back to chilling he and the others r like celebrating bc WOO mk got his vision AND we defeating a huge demon!! and mei is like huh i really thought u were gonna get pyro like me and tang is like pushes up glasses well acTUALLY-- and proceeds to explain why geo visions r given to people and all that and while mk does have a lot of passion which would make it make sense 4 him to have a pyro vision hes far more hardworking with his job already and now that hes monkey kid hes gonna b working even harder to protect people mk's been working hard all his life really, not just with his job and now defeating demons, hes been working hard to get a vision so he could be something greater, his bio parents he doesnt remember much about but they were always so unimpressed and demanding so he tried real hard to live up to their expectations and make them happy because he wants his friends and family 2 be happy,, and hes always tried hard to be something more than what he is as he got older and all the monkey king stories really inspired him a lot and thats why hes loved all this lore and stuff for so many years but like,, he could never be a hero like that,,, oh wait anywho mk is a geo polearm(?) user, dunno if ya could call the staff a polearm buuut thats what im goin' with hes also got monkey king's abilities along with the geo ones so ohu boy,, ill talk more abt that part when i get to wukong and mac ALSO I FEEL LIKE MK COULD ALSO BE PYRO AND I COULD CHANGE IT BUT,, I LIKE GEO TOO,,,, oops all pyro traffic light trio????

next is mei who is a pyro sword,, i dont know much abt her backstory/vision story yet sooo if ya wanna spit some ideas im all ears BC I FEEL BAD NOT HAVIN MORE STUFF FOR HER

i dont got much for red son either buuut heres what i do got; red son kinda already has,, magic of sorts bc,, yknow partial demon (in this hes only like,, half technically. yknow how yanfei is like half adeptus-) but its amplified a bunch by the vision and WOO FIRE and theyre a pyro catalyst honestly debating on whether or not they wold have a book or whatever that other floaty thingy is called but like when i imagine either they kinda look similar to dodoco tales or blackcliff agate hmm,, red's two big passions are building and cooking- his tech could possibly rival that of fontaine's advancements if he wanted it to,, they actually take some inspiration from the works of fontaine as well as for the cooking, u already know, spice master. i want a cooking battle with them and xiangling- they'd laugh at the hottest option on the menu at wanmin red son got their vision pretty early in life- a bit older than he was in canon,, which was still a problemmm and ya can guess why,, demon power fire element amplification little tempermental fire demon boy go boom boom samadhi fire or somethin,, so yeah theyre not as powerful as they could be and the vision was actually taken from them until they were older and more mature i suppose red doesnt remember this- they think they got their vision at an older age since it kinda just appeared by him one morning

tang is dendro but like he doesnt fight so he hasnt found a weapon yet- i think itd be real funny if he was a CLAYMORE or maybe a sword bc of that one episode yknow the one,, but honestly catalyst could work too and hed def have a book one if so dont got a backstory or vision story for him either :( nor do i have much for pigsy but pyro,, somethin. y'all can add to pigsy's stuff if ya want i also feel bad for not havin anything for him but passion = cooking woo

sandy,, hydro catalyst def and hed have a book one too,, i think its a little funny seein this huge ass dude and ur like "oh he could totally wield a claymore" and he could but hes got his little magic book and could still beat the shit out of anyone (not that he would unless needed,, but he COULD)

mo. thats it. just mo.

now to the two givin me the most trouble,,,, wukong and macaque i didnt think too much abt what visions macaque and wukong would have bc like,, they have a lot of powers that could fit each vision really and i was like "AUGH should wukong be pyro or geo or maybe anemo???" and like "should macaque be cryo maybe but agghh electro could also fit but GAH" could they be like,, adepti maybe?? m not sure,, im thinkin adepti with no like specified element but aaauuggh or maybe its a traveler sort of deal with like all the elements but i like the adeptus thing a bit more- then again uhh genshin lore,,,,, yeah i can not keep up with all of it</3 so if it makes no sense it makes no sense,, y'all might have 2 catch me up if somehow they wouldnt b able to be adepti but i still wanna keep somethin similar to monkey king's whole story n whatnot,,

last thing uh,, mk part adeptus or at least starting to match adeptal power now that hes got the staff and monkey king powers?? not sure again genshin lore is,, tricky and then that plus the geo vision

wellll thats all i gots for now,, if i come up with more ill post it, but for nows this is the basis again feel free ta add or share thoughts cause this is very unfinished and like one of those things u think of and throw into ur notes at like 5am and i somehow put no thought and a ton of thought into it at the same time<//3 OK THANKS 4 LISTENING TO MY DUMB MONKEY PLUS GENSHIN THINGY

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So some time ago I had made some ideas for a Ninjago reboot, and recently I’ve been trying to work on it again, and I had a new idea for Lloyd and I’m not sure which version would work better

We have the original idea where he’s a normal human who was adopted by Garmadon and later on became part of his ranks, being one of his samurai warriors. However the armor tends to hinder him more than it helps as it’s just too heavy, and when the ninja fight him he’s not that strong, but after something happens and both Wu and Garmadon go missing, he joins the ninja in searching for them, ends up realizing he’s better without the armor and ends up joining the ninja because he just likes them better. He has no powers, up until they’re fighting the Overlord and need the help of the First Spinjitzu Master, so Lloyd offers to be essentially his vessel so he can help them in the real world, and afterwards being left with energy powers as a result of it. Oh also he’s blind in one eye and is missing an arm on the same side/has a prosthetic arm, due to whatever happened that led to him being taken in by Garmadon

The new idea I had was keeping him as Garmadon’s biological son, and he naturally has green/golden power, and also he’s centuries old, despite only looking like a teenager. He had a lot of latent power, and when something happened to Wu and Garmadon (the best I have is that they were turned into statues of some kind?), Lloyd got so distraught that his powers were fully unleashed and he lost control of it, going into his golden Oni form and causing a rampage across Ninjago, the likes of which no one knew how to defeat now that the protectors of the realm are incapacitated. Eventually they were able to stop him by sealing his powers away into four weapons, which creates the Golden Weapons, and him being sealed away somewhere so that he won’t cause any more harm. This becomes known throughout Ninjago as the Tale of the Golden Oni/Master, though in everyone else’s eyes, the Golden Oni was just some villain who took advantage of Wu and Garmadon’s situation; people don’t know who he really was. He does eventually get out, but what happens to him afterwards I’m not sure. He may become an actual antagonist, or he’s been wandering the realm for a while. I’m also not sure whether he wants to regain his powers again. I dunno, I haven’t fleshed it out much yet

So yeah, which one do you think would work better?

Oh yeah and for reference, I should probably explain Wu, Garmadon and FSM in this hypothetical continuity. So Wu and Garmadon are full blooded Dragon and Oni respectively, and they have no biological relation to one another. For countless millennia, the two fought one another across the realms, and one day they eventually came across the primordial Ninjago, still being created by the First Spinjitzu Master. They continue their fighting, only for it to be stopped by the FSM, who’s angry because they won’t let him finish his realm with their constant battling. When the Overlord shows up, the FSM makes them both help him fight the Overlord, and after finding some sort of beauty in this primordial realm, and coming to some level of understanding between one another, the two help and they defeat the Overlord. Afterwards to finish his realm, the FSM has to essentially become one with the realm, and in his stead he makes Wu and Garmadon the protectors of his realm, which they agree to, considering each other something akin to sworn brothers, or at least brothers in arms. One condition he has for them is to not fight each other, at least not at full power. And so that’s what they’ve been doing since. Oh yeah, and the FSM isn’t a Dragon/Oni hybrid. In fact, no one’s quite sure what he is, but he gives off eldritch horror vibes. He also takes on the appearance of a young boy, and even acts like one sometimes too, but he does have his mature moments. The two are honestly terrified of him

#I’m not sure which one I like better #I’d draw art for it but I’ve been trying to draw them in a style akin to Monkie Kid #and I haven’t been able to figure it out #also I don’t have the best grasp on the other characters #but yeah #on one hand you have a human trying to prove that while he may not be the strongest he’s just as good as everyone else #but on the other you have (in my opinion) an interesting way as to how the Golden Weapons are linked to Lloyd #plus more opportunities for Oni Lloyd #whom I think is interesting in concept #I dunno #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago garmadon #ninjago wu #ninjago au #ninjago reboot idea #I suppose now would be as good a time as any for this concept #questions #my ideas

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borealwrites · 1 year

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For today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt!

See Me Burning

Fandom: Witcher

Pairing: A hint of Geralt/Jaskier

Warnings: Temporary Character Death, Minor Violence

Other Tags: Storytelling, Myths and Legends, 2nd Person POV (sort of), Alternate Universe—Modern, Alternate Universe—Canon, Canon Typical Racism

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You are a storyteller; myths and legends are your bread and butter, and you’ve recently learned a new one you’re dying to share. Trapped in a pub by a summer storm, you find yourself with an audience eager to hear your stories. With a grin you settle in and begin your tale:

“It started with an auspicious birth; a nobleman born during a glorious meteor shower, with eyes bluer than flame and skin that practically glowed in the light of the torches. A strong and healthy baby, who cooed and giggled from his first breath, watching the world with wide, excited eyes.

“As the boy grew, he was deeply loved by his family. An intelligent and curious child, he spent his days devouring every bit of knowledge he could find. Especially if it pertained to the stars. The boy loved the stars and would spend hours staring up at night, and, on occasion, reaching up as though to touch them. Of course, he was unable to reach them and eventually turned his attention to the ground, flowers being as close to the stars as he could get.

“The boy grew into a young man, and he left his home for further schooling. There he learned more of the world and delighted in it. Out of all the heaps of knowledge, he especially fell in love with music. Oh yes, the stars were his first love, but music joined flowers as his second, and he decided his path forward was to be a bard. All great bards had stage names, and so he called himself Jaskier, or perhaps Dandelion, or Ranunculus, or some other flower name. Something pretty, delicate, and stubborn.

“Jaskier set off to explore the world, a lute in hand. Everywhere he went he saw hardship like he had never experienced or seen, and found himself dismayed. He began to sing songs of hope so that he might lift people’s spirits.”

You stop here and glance around at your audience. “This is a myth,” you remind them. “Things are about to get fantastical, as myths often do. But it’s not real, of course.”

They chuckle, and you continue on.

One day, he met a monster in the shape of a man. A witcher. Jaskier had of course heard all the stories about witchers, and especially this witcher. The Butcher of Blaviken, the White Wolf, Geralt of Rivia. Though at the time he was simply the Butcher. Full of love for the world, Jaskier befriended the witcher, seeing past the man, past the monster, and to the soul inside. They had many adventures; we all know those stories. Of The White Wolf and his beloved bard.

Eventually, as it always does, war came. Jaskier and the White Wolf were separated, whether by fate or by their own design nobody knows. Jaskier looked around at the world he loved, and saw pain and suffering even more than before. Saw that humans were hunting down elves and dwarves, fae and dopplers, gnomes, halflings, selkies, anyone different. That couldn’t be allowed. So Jaskier disguised himself and began saving anyone he could, rescuing them every night with only his beloved stars to guide him.

It seemed hopeless in the end. Nowhere was safe for those he rescued. They were endlessly hunted by soldiers and those who wanted to purge the world. Running from it could only last so long, and eventually, they were caught. A well-aimed arrow pierced Jaskier through the eye before he could warn anyone, killing him instantly.

But it wasn’t the end.

The place that would have become a battleground went still as Jaskier’s body began to glow. Bright, twinkling light radiated out of his body, attracting the soldier’s attention as he stood, the arrow vanishing in a flash, his eyes as bright as stars. His enemies were transfixed, staring in awe and fear. They couldn’t look away, as though hypnotized. He took a step back, and they took a step forward.

Jaskier turned his burning gaze towards the people he had been trying to save, nodded once, then turned and fled to the north. The soldiers followed him, ignoring their original quarry. Jaskier’s second in command, a fellow bard known only as Sandpiper, gathered their wits and began heading south, away from where the soldiers had been led. As they looked back to the north, they saw a new star in the sky; brighter than its fellows, it drew the eye. And Sandpiper knew it was Jaskier, distracting their enemies.

Eventually, Sandpiper and their followers arrived at the mythical land of Xin’trea, where everyone could live peacefully, without fear of the humans hunting them. And every night they turned towards the north to watch Jaskier appear in the night sky. We now call him the North Star, but he was originally Jaskier.

Some say that if you keep him at your back and head south, you too will eventually reach Xin’trea, but that the gates are barred against all humans, save for one. The entire land waits for Jaskier to return to them, to return to a place where there is no suffering or pain, where Geralt stands ready to welcome his beloved, the last person who can enter Xin’trea before it closes forever.”

There’s a moment of silence once you finish, and then someone in your audience gives an appreciative whistle. You receive many compliments, and even enough cash to cover your lunch as thanks. The storm has stopped now, and people trickle out or back to their tables. Except for one couple; two men, one with long silver hair and the other with short brown hair. You ignore them and return to counting your money. Without asking, the second man settles into the chair across from you.

“An excellent story,” he says. “But I don’t think you got the ending quite right.”

You glance up from counting the bills and into a pair of eyes bluer than flame.

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