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little-pondhead · 1 year

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Thinking about if Dani ever gets added to the Villain Everlasting Trio au, like how would she fit in? Obviously the JL would have to figure out she's a clone and try and figure out why she exists ("maybe fenton is just that narcissistic?" flash asks, meanwhile batman is already texts agent a to get ready another room in addition to the three already prepared). Maybe she acts like the innocent kid in danger until heroes get close? batfamily trying to pspspsps her away from fenton? The trio collectively calling her their daughter?

I love this au so much, even if I still don't fully forgive you for making Tucker hot.

The way I SPRINTED to my computer.

Disclaimer: This particular AU has nothing to do with Fun Sized and Feral by @nutcase8691 or my Dani Fenton redesign from a while ago. This isn’t really important, but I thought the plot of this au might be straying the tiniest bit too close to the Feral AU (which I love btw) and I just didn’t want to cause confusion.

TLDR: Dani had to mature too quickly in their home world, so when she arrived in the DC universe, she finally got to slow down and be a kid. :)

Okay okay. Give me a moment. Since everyone is acting like the opposite of their usual self when they're playing villains, your question was, how would she fit in? To backtrack to this earlier post, I said that each of the trio's specific gimmicks somehow ties into their everyday lives. They looked at their immediate friends, family and acquaintances, picked out the traits they saw as 'villainous,' and then applied that to themselves.

Danny became a mad scientist because even though his parents love him through and through, they still hurt him the most. The threat of capture and dissection from the GIW didn't help, either. He wears a suit similar to his parents, pushes his hair up so he can see better, and his white lab coat looks a little like the GIW's suits. The suit is also red, which is the opposite of green, distancing himself further from his hero life as Phantom and connecting him more to his civilian self, where red is present on his shirt. He refuses to use his powers, as well.

Sam looks like an angel, which seems odd given her completely goth look and slightly pessimistic attitude. And if she uses her plant powers (shut up, she totally has them) as part of Team Phantom, then that rules out using them as a villain. They want to completely separate these alter-egos from each other. Well, one of the most significant sources of strife in Sam's personal life is her parents. In the show, they're seen constantly fighting with Sam, trying to mold her into their perfect daughter, when Sam is very obviously happy with how she is right now. So as a silent fuck you to her parents, Sam gets a hold of a Realm artifact, the halo, which gives her a pair of ghostly wings and the ability of flight. Now, she's the one in the air, and Sam is still doing what she does best, even as an angel. She tries to show the world that not all angels are perfect, and in fact, they can be downright monstrous. (This is where her more aggressive and destructive attitude comes in.)

As far as I'm aware, Tucker doesn't have any trauma related to his parents. (The lucky bastard.) He is the tech-nerd stereotype, however. And since he's from a cartoon from 2004, that means he gets bullied. A lot. The show focuses mainly on Danny, but you cannot tell me Tucker wasn't bullied like that, either. For the sake of the au, let's say Danny was taking all the beatings for Tucker. Maybe he was in canon; I can't remember. But not only is Tucker being physically bullied but so is his best friend. (Eventually lover!) And imagine his feelings when Team Phantom shows up to a ghost fight, and Tucker is absolutely useless the entire time. He just can't help at all. Danny and Sam are on the front lines, redirecting hits and doing damage control, and here he is, waiting for the Wi-Fi to catch up on his PDA. It eats him up. He wants to be helpful in more ways than one, and that's what the DC universe gives him. He takes another Realm artifact; this time, it's actually his by birthright, and the artifact drastically increases his physical power, just like he's always wanted. He learns Egyptian magic and dresses in a way that gives homage to his time in Egypt-which was traumatizing by itself, but hey, he has sweet beetle magic now.

Basically, Fenton, Manson, and Foley are all the results of the trio's frustrations and fears. They become the things they stress about the most to help cope with their everyday lives. The DC universe is their outlet.

So where does Dani fit in?

Well, Dani is a clone, as we know. Her creation and introduction to the world were rather sudden if you compare her to a typical baby. And that's what she is; a baby. Unless you jumped the timeline far into the future, Dani is barely a year old in canon (I think.) And after her team-up with Danny to defeat Vlad, she makes the decision to leave Amity and travels the world. She has to navigate an entire world independently, even if Danny wants to help her. So now, plop her in the DC verse. What's the opposite of an independent clone who's had to fend for herself from a very young age and has had almost no real familial bonds?

A kid. A scared, touched-starved child who's had no one to look after her for who knows how long. (Vlad doesn't count here.) Dani gets to the DC verse and cries because she and Danny can finally bond like she always wanted to. She doesn't have to put up a strong front because the trio is there to protect her. Dani is extremely young, and now she can finally be a kid. It's not mental age regression; instead, Dani no longer has to hold herself back from doing childish things or crying. Both are things that could be a danger when you're living on the streets. She spends almost all her time here now.

The Everlasting Trio had already missed her before, but they had just fully adopted her in this new world. Dani is their baby. Their little girl. She didn't ask to be born-she shouldn't have to suffer because it was unsafe at home. Well, they can make a new one, just for her, here in this universe. And look! There’s more clones for her to bond with! The GZ is more accessible than ever, and their commute between universes really isn’t that bad. They like it here! And the heroes and villains will never take her away, no matter how hard they try. Sure, Dani can have playdates with some of them, but she will wail and scream if anyone so much as suggests she stay the night without her parent's permission.

Oh, and she never stops being a little shit. If anyone doubts that Fenton and Dani are related, they are simply ushered online to see that one viral clip of Dani latching on to King Shark with her teeth and not letting go in the middle of a shopping plaza. The camera pans to the left a moment later, and the audience spots Fenton doing the exact same thing to John Constantine.

The first time the Justice League meets Dani, it's right after she got lost during a spacewalk with Danny and Sam. She enters the first place she sees, the Watchtower, and breaks down in front of Wonder Woman about how she can't find her parents and doesn't know how to get home. The heroes are baffled and try to comfort her until Danny comes barging in five minutes later, panicking over his baby girl missing. They reunite, the heroes are reeling, and Superman mentions he didn't think Fenton was old enough to have a kid.

Fenton looks up from his bear hug and goes: "Huh? Oh, no. I'm only seventeen. (work with me here) Dani is technically my clone, but we adopted her properly as soon as possible."

And now the League has two issues. Their most annoying enemy is only seventeen. And he has a clone.

What the f u c k.

Extra analysis: Dani's outfit is cleaner and a little fancier than what she wore in the show. She ties her hair up like Tucker and pins her bangs back like Sam. She already looks identical to Danny but likes to wear his sweaters, especially in cold weather. The oversized clothes remind her of her time with Danny in Amity Park, and helps hide her physique better, so it's hard to tell how old she is. She wears leggings to show that she no longer has to fight for her life every day on the streets. Now that the trio adopted her, she can relax and let someone else take the hits for a while. (We all know how fast leggings and tights can be ruined when doing literally anything.) Fright Knight gifts her a cursed doll that helps protect her in stressful situations and functions like an SOS beacon. JLD hates the bear. (She named it Strawbeary.)

She acts on her impulses more often, which the trio sees as a good thing. Even if that impulsive desire gets her in trouble, it gives everyone a chance to learn and grow as a family. Dani also refrains from going ghost at first, following her dad's wishes. Right now, she's just giving herself a break from her previous nomadic lifestyle. After a bit, she and Danny will bond over their halfa status, and she'll grow into her own unique core and powerset. The heroes dread the day the littlest Fenton decides to join her parents in their shenanigans.

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nho-jungle · 3 years

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this is my addition to the hermitcraft propaganda. this is focused at dsmp fans bc i am one.

hermitcraft is a long running smp that started in 2012. it runs in seasons, with each season lasting around a year, often just over. they are currently on season 8, and started fairly recently.

the players on hermitcraft tend to change each season, but i have compiled a list of who i think you might enjoy, based off of your favourite dsmp member!

(feel free to add ur own suggestions too!)

IF YOU LIKE... TOMMYINNIT-

MumboJumbo: have you got ADHD? do you love how tommyinnit says Things and other people get confused? well then MumboJumbo is the hermit for you! he's absolutely absurd. a spoon. he's also over 6ft tall and built like a brick shit house. insane. this man is an enigma. he's also a cinematographer. who even is this guy. (he also does cool redstone builds and always sounds surprised when they work even tho he's been doing this since 2012.)

BdoubleO100: a rabid chihuahua in the body of a human. truly follows that feral energy that makes up tommyinnit. mans built an entire mountain last season and he's doing it again! crazy! he's also the king of sleep. night is a rare phenomenon on hermitcraft, since bdubs starts clicking his bed at the barest hint of sunset. gotta shweep!

Grian: the stereotypical pick. he's the prankster man, everyone seems to think he's pretty childish and he often has the younger brother role even though he's not the youngest on the server. has started/been majorly involved in two wars. had an alter ego called poultry man who would fly around dropping eggs and spawning chickens everywhere.

RANBOO-

Rendog: lore man lore man!!!! he has a bunch of fun and interesting characters and he puts a lot of thought into his episodes, from his builds to his mc skin, to make sure everything comes together perfectly. I don't watch his hermitcraft stuff but I've seen him via other hermit's povs and he rlly does pick a role and throw himself into it. it's amazing.

PHILZA-

EthosLab: do you like anime kinnies? do you like old gods of minecraft? well let me introduce you to ethoslab! i want to study him in a lab. he causes problems on purposes. he builds super random redstone things. he messes with noteblocks. he was head of shennanigans. his minecraft skin is kakashi hatake from naruto. there was a block named after him in the 2013 april fools update (the EthoSlab). who is this man. i think he also has the longest running minecraft lets play. what the heck.

Grian: bird man. good at flying. chaotic bitch. idk some of the vibes are there.

SAPNAP-

Tangotek: crazy redstone man. builds crazy minigames. idk there aren't actually many similarities here other than they're both often associated with fire in fanworks despite not actually having that much to do with it.

FUNDY-

EthosLab: aforementioned anime kinnie. crazy redstone. idk. Zedaph: in season 7 he built a cave of contraptions which contained these amazing redstone machines that found the most complicated and convoluted ways to perform regular tasks, just for the hell of it. what a guy! Iskall85: they're friends :3. that is all. (actually they both just have very similar Vibes. I have no other way to describe it. it's just Vibes).

SCHLATT-

Cubfan135: (specifically season 6). evil capitalist man (/lh). ran a big corporation with scar. they made profit from a war. idk i dont watch cub, thats all i could think of. GoodTimesWithScar: evil capitalist man with cub in season 6. in season 7 he got voted mayor and then started charging the shops to allow them to be accessed from the road. there was also a big "war" over mycelium. fun times. he's actually a very genuine and sweet guy. also his cat jellie is in the game bc he won a competition or smthin. idk man he loves his cat so much. you know what builds belong to scar bc there's just jelies everywhere.

TECHNOBLADE-

FalseSymmetry: okay listen the mcc teams are being announced as I'm typing this so my brain started thinkin mcc and basically they're both well known for being good at pvp. i dont watch false but i know she has a tumblr so i'd trust her with a knife.

Grian: thinkin mcc again. they teamed for mcc pride. you can go watch that if u want to get grians Vibes while still having a dsmp member present for some familiarity. idk.

NIHACHU-

GeminiTay: a lot of ppl say they like niki's streams bc of the comforting vibes and general chill atmosphere, and I think gem matches that pretty well. cy once said she sounds like fluttershy and tbh i sorta agree. shes an awesome builder and insanely smart and even though she's new this season im already incredibly attatched to her.

TUBBO-

Zedaph: aforementioned cave of contraptions rlly fits tubbo's vibe. i think he's going the mad scientist route this season too. Docm77: another mad scientist. already early on he made this super weird lighting farm thing? i dont even know but i've seen the clip and its MAD. even if you dont watch hermitcraft you should check out that individual clip.

FOOLISH-

literally any of them bc i genuinely belive wholeheartedly that foolish would fit perfectly on hermitcraft if he could manage not to swear. (altho maybe cub bc last season he build a giant pyramid.)

#mcyt #dsmp #hermitcraft #hermitcraft propaganda

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thatsaweirdwaytospellundead · 4 years

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Re:FebMAGIC 4/11

Summary: The actors of Mankai Company are going to be participating in the well-loved ‘Actor’s Cafe’ event! This year the themes are a little different than last, including a glasses theme…

THIS IS A 10 PART STORY WITH AN EPILOGUE.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10]

Epilogue “Happy Valentines”

Itaru

Ah, so that line is all the people queuing for the other restaurant.

Homare

Now that you mention it, we saw it when we came earlier.

Chikage

From the outside it definitely seems like the type of place that would be all the rage with the young people.

Izumi

.... Huh? One of the staff members is outside.... I think I’ve seen him before.

Kazunari

Eh? Which one? .... OH HIM!? Yea I think so too!

Where have we seen him before, wait umm...... OH! He’s from the beach house!

Karasuma

Took you a while to remember!

Itaru

Ugh, what a come back.

Kazunari

Ohh~! Lloooonnnnggg timmeee noooo seeee! Swallow boy from the Naughty Boys Crew!

Karasuma

Who you callin’ swallow boy? My name is Karasuma from the Team Naughty☆BOYS troupe!

Sakyo

Team Naughty☆BOYS troupe.... The kids we faced in that etude battle a while back.

Izumi

That’s right. It was when we were helping out with the beach house. We met them on the luxury cruise ship and did that code-breaker play.

Tsumugi

Now that you mention it, I remember Tasuku and Azuma talking about it.

Kasasuma

Hehe, yea we did some research on your little Actor’s Cafe.

Well, seems like we really got you beat this time, good luck catching up to us! You guys are no match for our kabe-don!

Hisoka

.....He’s gone.

Sakyo

That kid’s got some fucking nerve going around and....

Izumi

H-Hey, calm down now, Sakyo...!

Izumi

Alrighty, you have the ideas for the glasses characters, right?

Sakyo

You remembered, right?

Itaru

Of course. Here are the ideas I have based off of the research I did on everyone’s individual styles.

Tsumugi

A sadistic mad scientist, a committee chairman....

Hisoka

A clumsy boy, an e-boy, an otaku with..... dual personalities.

Homare

Oh I see, there is quite the variety here.

Chikage

So how are we going to assign the roles?

Itaru

Let’s try an etude to see which role fits each person the best.

Chikage

So we are each going to perform an etude to decide the roles?

Izumi

H-Hmm well guess it isn’t a bad idea to try it like this every once in a while.

Sakyo

I do not think this sort of tactic would be effective all the time, however this time it is imperative that we keep our motivation strong.

Itaru

Yea, so let’s do it.

Homare

“A piece of art filled to the brim with Fauvism! Such passion! Such soul! What colour!”

Itaru

Seems kinda like an e-boy but I was imagining something a bit different. Next.

Hisoka

“Fufu.... At least I got my hands on it! The golden corn starch! With this I have everything I need to....”

“After all my long years of research, I can now finish my concoction of my special syrup and merengue to make the finished product.....”

“It’s just like I saw in my dream, the phantom mashmallow!!! HA HA HA HA!”

Itaru

Uhh, maybe not this one. I think that’s more of a patissier than a mad scientist. Next!

Tsumugi

“Uhhh, glasses, glasses..... Huh, this is strange. I could have sworn I put them over here.....”

“Huh? My forehead? OH, Ah, they’re here...!”

Itaru

Hmm, not a bad take on the clumsy type, but it also seems like you are just acting as your same old self, Tsumugi. Alright then, next.

Tsumugi

Hey.

Izumi

Everyone’s been trying out a lot of different things...

Itaru

This sucks. There’s not a single person for the glasses otaku character.

Homare

Well who’s etude do you think didn’t quite match the character?

Itaru

Well...

Chikage

Chigasaki’s standards seem a bit too high.

Itaru

No, I don’t think that’s it.

Sakyo

Good grief.... Well if you’re going to take that attitude, how about you fill the role yourself?

Itaru

...... Yes, then I will. So guess I am going to be the glasses otaku character.

Kazunari

Yeah yeah! If you’re gonna be the glasses otaku, I wanna be the committee chairman!

Itaru

I want that guy to be a pretty flashy person, so perhaps I will allow you to try play the character as a smart guy with a sort of ‘gap moe’ style.

Kazunari

Yaapppyyyyy!!

Chikage

Let me get this right, Chigasaki. You’re saying we need to get your approval one by one?

Sakyo

It would take quite a while if we were to do that with every person.

Izumi

You said what you imagined is different than what someone would usually think, so what about Tsumugi’s take on the clumsy boy?

Hisoka

If it’s Tsumugi it seems like it’ll be interesting.

Kazunari

Well I for one thought Aririn’s take on the clumsy boy character was pretty funny~! Sooooooo then how about Arinrin for the clumsy character!?

Homare

Oh, you’re talking about me?

Itaru

I think that sounds good. So, the other etude I found that matched was...

Kazunari

So it’s settled then! I am going to be the committee chairman, Itarun is gonna be the glasses otaku, Hisohiso is the guy who’s personality changes if you take his glasses and~

Itaru

Tsumugi is going to be the e-boy and Homare is going to be the clumsy boy.

Izumi

So with that all decided, all that’s left is..... Sakyo and Chikage. We still need someone for the sadistic glasses character and the mad scientist.

Hisoka

...... Both of them fit those.

Homare

Let’s ask them which character they think would suit them best.

Kazunari

Yeah~!

Tsumugi

What do you two wanna do?

Chikage

I am fine with either.

Itaru

.... Something about the way you’re smiling tells me that you just want to get this over with and call it a day.

Sakyo

And who’s fault do you think that is?

Kazunari

Itarun is pretty particular about the little things~

Itaru

Right, so then I will decide for myself. Sadistic glasses man, definitely you senpai.

Honestly speaking, I don’t think sadistic glasses man is much different from how he usually acts, but to the guests who typically see the nice side of him it will seem like night and day.

Homare

So then, that leaves Sakyo as the mad scientist, right?

Itaru

Yea. He is a character who seems really put together on the outside, but he is actually completely feral on the inside.

Sakyo

Finally we got this settled.

Izumi

Soooooo then, after a lot of thought, we finally got the roles for the Actor’s Cafe, I’m looking forward to working with everyone!

To be contnued...

#a3 #エースリー #a3:chikage #a3! translation

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the-inkwell-variable · 4 years

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GroundBreaker Offline

an outer worlds zombie au by the-inkwell-variable

S U M M A R Y

When the crew of the Unreliable learns that a mysterious virus has overtaken the neutral space station GroundBreaker and turned its inhabitants into frightening feral facsimiles of their former selves, Captain Alyx Taylor makes the painful decision to abandon it to its fate until the Board sends aid. But Parvati finds out that Junlei is still aboard and will stop at nothing to rescue not just her love but also every survivor on the GroundBreaker. She's done being the peacekeeper of the good ol' Unreliable - the meek may inherit the earth but she'll be damned if she loses the woman who holds heaven in her smile.

I N C L U D E S

not suitable for all audiences - rated m for mature

SPOILERS! for mid- to late-game

visible lgbtq+ and disabled characters

graphic depictions of violence and gore

major character death

major character romance

capitalism ruins everything again

found family

C A S T

ALYX TAYLOR --|-- the nonbinary captain of the Unreliable, Alyx was thrust into a world she was not prepared for when mad-scientist-slash-fugitive Phineas Welles woke her from cryosleep and dumped her on Terra 2 with no weapons, armor, bits, or warning. Since then, she's made quite a name for herself in Board-controlled space (well, technically she made a name for Alex Hawthorne, but whatever) and will take almost any job that comes her way. She is logical and straightforward, but do not mistake her calm exterior for a lack of passion - just wait until you've seen her debate the quality differences of boarstwurst and saltuna.

PARVATI HOLCOMB --|-- asexual lesbian disaster. Empathetic to a fault, her desire to help everyone she can is often overshadowed by her lack of confidence and fear of confrontation. She's a sweet little thing with a smile for everyone, but very few people get to see the true eye-twinkling beam when she us truly, unashamedly happy. Even though she's a clumsy mess, she's a hell of an engineer too - there's a reason a craphole like Edgewater is still functioning with equipment older than dinosaurs.

MAXIMILLIAN DESOTO --|-- a former vicar of the Order of Scientific Inquiry, Max is a bitter, jaded, and tired man who has perfected the art of pretending to give a fuck. He may seem unsympathetic when he offers advice, but he really does have your best interests at heart. Just don't get him angry. You won't like him when he's angry...because he'll rip you limb from limb with words like daggers before punching you in the face really hard.

NYOKA --|-- is not an alcoholic, no matter what Vicar Max tries to tell you. She's a booze enthusiast and definitely not trying to drown the memories of all her dead friends and family. Her hobbies include drinking, hunting, drinking, shooting things, drinking, and sassing everything in earshot.

SAM --|-- will not be in this story because I love him too much.

T A G L I S T

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srnokedmirrors · 4 years

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* . day to night , dark to light fall the s a n d s o f t i m e .

{ ross lynch, twenty-one, trans male, he/him } Have you seen ZELD CYELN “CIEL” NOHANSEN walking around? Little do they know, they’re the child of LINK & PRINCESS ZELDA from THE LEGEND OF ZELDA, and they HAVE TWO SIBLINGS ( one older, one younger ) . I guess that explains why they’re so CHARMING & ARTISTIC and GUARDED & INSECURE. They are a STREAMER. — penned by eve.

FIRST THINGS FIRST.

Hello hello again , folks !! It’s EVE and if you thought I went completely feral about Resident Evil earlier you are . . . sorely mistaken because now we are in Zelda territory and Zelda encompasses literally every fiber of my being. This OC is my most beloved ( despite the fact he’s an absolute prick ) and I have been itching to write him as a next-gen of Zelink , so VOILA , but just a few things !!

I love The Legend of Zelda . . . a lot. That’s the first thing. And my friends call me the Zelda lorekeeper since I know pretty much everything about the games like that back of my hand.

Another - as it’s always been a fact about his character , Ciel here is diagnosed with Type II Bipolar. Now , I want to clarify that I also am the same , and he was originally written as a comfort character to sorta see myself in a character I wrote ( and he became his own dude over the years. ) It’s not something that’ll pop up often , but I just wanted to let y’all know since I’m not gonna erase my own rep , I write from experience since I’m the same.

TWS AHEAD : Manipulation , mental illness

I. THE PAST - DO YOU REMEMBER ??

The second of The Hero & The Princess - Prince Zeld Cyeln Nohansen , carrying on the traditional naming conventions to keep the name Zelda in the family with obvious corruptions. Your older brother could not - and AS WELL , you are the only child in the family that possesses the holy powers of the royal bloodline that your mother carries , as shown by the brand of the Triforce on the back of your right hand. And immediately , expectations are thrust upon your shoulders before you can even walk.

It’s because of your power that you , instead of the eldest , are to succeed the throne as the next king of Hyrule once you become of age , and although your mother vows to not treat you the same as your father treat her , she often reminds you that the beautiful , sunlight-bathed kingdom will be yours.

So you grow. You grow & you adapt to the life of royalty , the CROWN PRINCE , and your relationship with your parents is better than most. While you’re significantly closer to your mother than your father , spending your days in the library with her & learning how to paint her visage , you also follow your father out to scope the kingdom on horseback. You grow up kind & gentle , the intelligence of your mother but the softness of your father , and it is well-known throughout the kingdom that you are DESTINED for good things.

It’s when you’re fourteen years old that you meet a boy.

A boy your age , a boy who smiles at you and you get fairies fluttering in your stomach. A boy who tells you that you’re pretty and by Nayru are you getting your first crush ??

Hm.

But you can’t see through the lies - that even though you’re young , manipulation knows no age and you are heartbroken to find that this boy leads you to a group of bandits that go on the attack and aim to STEAL the raw power you carry. After you’re tricked into bringing magical artifacts to their clutches , that is , that your family has gathered over the years - the goddess harp , the ocarina of time , and the cursed , wicked Majora’s Mask.

Your father sweeps into rescue you , and although you feel guilty , you aren’t berated for your mistakes. He only wants to know what happened , and if you’re alright , and you’re a sobbing mess but you tell your parents everything and they recognize that the evil forces that plagued them are NOW targeting their offspring.

You are only fourteen. But the betrayal turns you cold , and you close yourself off , now hesitant to trust. And you learn that there are DANGEROUS forces out there who want to hurt & use you in the same way , hence why you use your mother’s old study connected to her old bedroom ( now currently yours ) and you begin to research , research , research. You look back on the legends of old , and start practicing the magic of not only your bloodline , but the taboo power of shadow - such as that of the TWILI , a project aiming to recreate the mirror. You also use the mask , hoping to tap into the wicked power it carries to turn it around. You train with the Sheikah , as Sheikah blood runs in your veins as well , to master the art of using the shadows & the unseen to your advantage. You become a teenager devoted to your work - a mad scientist & magician , and the whispers of a ‘ mad alchemist prince ’ sweep throughout the kingdom due to the rumors you can stay awake for DAYS working on one thing , before crashing and moving onto the next.

But there is still pain - a loneliness & a hurt which you try to bury deep down , but it’ll still consume you to the point where you don’t know how to think clearly. You try and mask yourself best you can , but there is still a little boy , deep down , who only wishes to be loved and cared for and cherished by people his own age. Your work is your comfort but you are also learning to sink yourself in it to the point where it’s becoming a hindrance.

One day , maybe , you’ll get what you want - and everything will be okay. But the world is currently at your throat , so . . . how long will that be ??

Your sixteenth year changes everything. The Crown Prince goes missing , and he is lost without the comfort of his parents.

And he awakens in another day , as a new being , with only his wit & his charm to carry on.

II. PRESENT - WHO ARE YOU , YOURSELF ??

Okay so IN A NUTSHELL Ciel is the crown prince of Hyrule due to the fact he’s essentially the ‘Zelda’ of his generation - the only child that carries the sacred power of the goddess Hylia , and this kid is incredibly smart and artistic but due to being manipulated by dark forces when he was young , he’s EXTREMELY insecure and lacks trust , instead trying to become as powerful as possible by any means possible so he isn’t hurt again since now he’s a target like his parents were.

HIS CHARACTER . . . is incredibly complex. It doesn’t change much with or without memories because even though he hasn’t experienced that same shit , those trust issues & insecurities are still well-embedded into him. The main difference is that he’s still smart , but not because of excessive research on Hyrulean magic & history & technology.

ON THE SURFACE , Ciel appears to be honestly very exuberant , quick-talking , and , to some , annoying. He’s a bit of a loudmouth , he seems harmless in the aspect that he isn’t downright mean or anything , he’s just . . . a nuisance. Charming in the aspect that he knows how to talk his way out of any situation since he has a MOUTH on him , but he knows how to use it. He overshares , it seems , but in turn , he’s actually not revealing anything about himself of any importance. He’s just keeping his cards to his chest but he doesn’t anyone to see so , so he places counterfeit cards on the table.

Ciel is always one step ahead , and the best way to be is to convince everyone else that you’re far behind.

NOW ON THE INSIDE . . . Ciel is extremely caring & gentle. He cares a lot about the people he loves , but he’s hesitant to open up or trust other people given the fact he doesn’t want to be hurt , and he doesn’t want to make mistakes. He’s very observant & again , incredibly intelligent , knowing well how to read the atmosphere and pick out things that most don’t notice. He is insecure in the fact that he constantly thinks horribly of himself , and although he’s great at hiding it , it’s easy to get his feelings hurt. He hates that he has to keep on a mask since it makes him easily unlikable , but he thinks it’s the only way to stave off the most damage. But he’s a good kid & has a heart of gold , it’s just that . . . his heart has a few booboos on it. He CRAVES love & validation & affection but he’s afraid to ask for it or to take it since he’s gone down worse roads before by opening up to the wrong people.

He’s an artist - very talented in drawing & painting !! His apartment is littered with sketches & drawings and supplies and he would’ve gone to art school but money is tight and he doesn’t know he’s a prince in his actual reality so . . . yeah.

But his day job is that he’s a VERY popular video game streamer named Alchemyst , mainly doing let’s plays of adventure games & stuff with friends to get a good laugh. He also has a tendency to go on hilarious rants in a lot of his videos , resulting in MANY fanmade compilations & memes. He’s got a dedicated fanbase that he openly adores , and streaming also sorta helps him since he is a bit afraid of going into the outside world slightly.

It’s funny , because as a streamer , he isn’t at all obnoxious or annoying - it’s the closest he gets to acting like himself , even if he has to act a little more EXTROVERTED than he actually is.

THAT’S THE BASIS again , much more of a show than tell character but . . . Love him. I love him.

I DON’T have much ideas for wanted connections at this point aside from like . . . friends , exes , crushes , enemies , fans of his stream , etc. When I get more of a braincell I’ll put specific stuff down , but if it HELPS his fake life is shrouded in mystery bc Ciel doesn’t like talking about it ( aka , his fake past was p bad so he just prefers to act like he came out of fucking nowhere. )

But that’s it !! I’ll b responding to starters & calls soooon ~ ! I am ALL for plotting if u guys want , so just hit me up on here or Discord n I’ll respond as soon as I can !!

#awakenings:intro #* . abt : ciel #manipulation tw #mental illness tw

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disgraced-doctor-junkenstein · 5 years

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Title: Bottles Doc knows how to deal with his feelings. He just bottles them up.

This was a lot to take in. Doc accepted the concept of alternative realities and dimensions when it had all been a proposed theory in the past but now. Now it was undeniable and while it confirmed many things it was still just a lot to take in when the reality of it hit. There were different varieties of himself. Worse yet, maybe he was just a variant of someone else. Nothing original about him. Nothing special. Not one in six billion from his own world but one of a possibly limitless amount of the same person. There was some hope in his distress though. Of all the Rats he had come across he was the only one strikingly different but they spoke of others. There were movies of his story, granted who was to say they were not based off another variant of himself from another universe? A foil of himself but more successful. What if he was the worst of them all? Someone had to be, right? It was maddening really. Facing all this now not so long after having lost everything. His home, his revenge, his Hog, his sense of direction... One would think that when they hit rock bottom there would be no place to go but up. No. Unfortunately it seemed Doc had brought with him a pickax and was going to dig into the earth’s core at this rate. Maybe then he would finally stop being such a screw up. His actions might finally hold a consequence that would burn him alive and make him suffer in a way he knew he could recover from. Physical pain was nothing compared to mental or emotional in his experience. And right now he felt feverish with how alight his thoughts were. All of them overlapping like waves of gasoline and all it took was one more misstep to cause a spark to ignite it all. All the other Rats he met so far were strange. They could fake a smile much like himself but they lashed out far more than he did. They were feral in nature thanks to their world being blown apart at a young age. Sense of family far different from his own or just simply did not have one. In that instance Doc was lucky. He was not sure he would have the resolve they had to make it though that particular hell and back. His parents were such a integral part of his life that losing them at such a young age would have changed him. Perhaps then he would have been more like the others. Doc ran his hands down his face. Fingers unable to leave marks though the goggles he had pulled down in his frustration had snapped back, pegging him in his nose. In a rage he yanked them off and hurled them from himself. A small plume of dust rising from the impact in the distance but the wind carried it away. God. How he wish his thoughts could just come and go as easily. But even as he wished for that guilt was starting to edge its way back in like shadows. Throwing tantrums was not acceptable in polite society. It was taboo. As was many things Junkenstein found himself fascinated by but those things were encouraged by his parents. Lashing out, however, was not. Sinking his face back into his palms, Junkenstein sniffled loudly trying to reel himself back in. Talking was the recommended way of venting one’s thoughts and feelings but his peers found him unsettling, his appearance strange, and his general outlook on life to be backwards. He could never really tell them anything without it getting warped into something awful that the town would eventually hear and believe. His parents would offer to listen, such kind souls they were, but somethings one just simply could not tell their folks. So Junkenstein coped by pushing it all down. The girl he once liked when he was but a youth? Oh how he wrote silly little love notes on the way the light hit her shoulders and highlighted he face like reflections off a glassy wave. He thought he had truly liked her but when she reacted poorly to his confession his pride had taken a blow. Childish, sure. But he wanted to explain but it was soon apparent that when others teased her about the disgusting boy that fancied her nothing he could say would matter. He had torn all his letters up. Tears drying on the torn pieces as the wind carried them off over the cliff-side he had sat at back then. Another thing to bottle up. When Junkenstein found himself attracted to boys as well a few years later he felt shame. His parents would have understood but the town was religious in the way that was sickening. They spoke of acceptance and loving one another but the next week there would be chatter and disgust for anyone rumored to have looked at someone else of the same sex for too long or even dare to touch hands. So he bottled it up. A choking whimper was lodged in his throat now as Junkenstein couldn’t help thinking about it all. The girl, the town, the King he would later fancy, the acquisitions, the lashings, everyone talking- he could practically hear them now and see the look of repugnance on the multitude of faces. His bottle had been full for some time now. He felt it crack before but tried to fix it with tape in the form of booze. A bottle to drown out another bottle. It held then but the pressure never let up. Doc’s throat burned and he wasn’t sure if he was even breathing in the moment. His world just becoming a steady blur of colors in between the darkness of when he rubbed at his eyes. Tears wetting his palms and no matter how much he tried to dab them away he knew he was breaking. His metaphorical bottle was so splintered with spiderweb cracks that the lightest touch was sure to have it all come crumbling down and no amount of tape could keep it from leaking. He was beyond his limits and becoming a seeping mess. “I can,” Junkenstein wheezed for breath. “Fix it.” A glove hand soon pulled at his own hair for a hopeful detraction. Nothing like physical pain to mask the real threat the bubbled just underneath the surface. “I can-” he hiccuped. He was a doctor and a scientist. He could fix anything if he tried hard enough. So...Why was he breaking? Maybe he just needed to push it all down harder. He was raised in a polite society. Emotions had no place to be seen if they were anything but happy. But this was not his home. The rules did not apply here and he could not seem to grasp that. All he knew was how to push it all down until he would break and once his madness would pass, he would be hollow again. He could start over with a new bottle. It would be plain and numb, devoid of color and crushing feelings. And Junkenstein would do what he knew best. He could start to fill it up again and not let anyone see. For he was a polite man. That was all anyone needed to know...

#Fanfic #Angst #It ain't fading. Man I got to let it out.#Am I quitting? Screaming- nothing ever comes out #I keep feeling lost. I'll never find my way out- I'm not thanking them unless the truth can pour out~#Korn is such a good band

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pyre ofc

i’ve already done one for the regular game so Hello, it’s Scribes Time

favorite male character: was incredibly torn on this because like…………..ha’ub exists. just a Chaotic Loyal Little Man. we Cherish An Imp. but also, who am i fooling, i am fooling no one. it’s gol golathanian. i am fooling no one. someone who Cared and wanted to do Right but ended up serving a corrupt and unjust system until it was seemingly too late and then [bird voice] REDEMPTION ARC (heavenly chorus) !! also secretly a Large Softy. also i am incredibly gay and knight/liege is so GOOD.

favorite female character: molten fucking milithe! you’ve persuaded me to love one (1) feral bog-dwelling lesbian scientist because like, milithe who is incredibly Chaotic Neutral but has a pr Problem and just seems Chaotic Evil? but who is secretly a little lonely and comes to cherish her friends? who Also cherish her even if she sounds Like That? that’s good, actually! also she has cortex in the brain that makes you sound like a mad scientist and that’s very fun

least favorite character: if i’m being honest…………underking ores. i just don’t have any Thoughts on him and also…………………he seems a little boring, and a little bit maybe like a jerk. we do eventually need to work out what we think about him though. but like. eh.

favorite ship: goliam !! goliam goliam Goliam !! the knight/liege aspects are so so [chef kiss] and the drama is so JUICY and the arc we’ve kind of worked out for them of like. mutual unrequited pining to enemies to friends to lovers is very good. but also………they grew as individuals and became better people in the downside, and in doing so they were finally able to establish a truly loving relationship. and that’s. i mean that’s true romance, you know? knight/liege is good but requited affection on an equal footing that grows out of it is best.

favorite friendship: god the. the All of them? the All Of Them?

triesta and gol expecting to bitterly hate each other for coming from opposite sides of an imperialist war and then finding a sibling they didn’t know they had

milithe and gol revising their opinions of each other from “stupid sword-waving human” and “weirdo who pretends to have powers” and respecting their different competencies, also bonding over both having Cortext That Makes You Rude

ha’ub feeling kinship with milithe’s pursuit of the ‘unknown & unknowable’ read: milithe teaching him Science Ways and it’s the learning to be spiderman meme. they go looking for cool bugs in flagging hands while everyone else is depressed as fuck

jomuer and ores being Chaotic Fools and getting into increasingly wild scrapes, but also having each others’ backs so they always get out of them safely again, too

soliam in the early downside is on critical levels of Rat Brain (brain full of angry rats) but lu is a slow moving tree man, and talking to him puts the brakes on rat brain and forces him to slow down and verbalize and so dbt was accidentally invented

milithe and lu sclorian as Maximum Scientist Hours, ha’ub as the first person who showed soliam kindness for himself instead of for being the emperor, triesta and lu as philosophy gays asking the deep questions about life and meaning, gol and ha’ub as partners in keeping soliam’s dumb ass alive, the first triumvirate (gol/soliam/ha’ub) as just fucking fambly, ha’ub/milithe/jomuer as Downside’s Most Feral,

so th All of Them??

Scribes Is About Friendships, Baby!

favorite quote: “he said: ‘you gave your freedom, master golathanian, so that i may yet have mine.’

‘you, too, now are an exile of the downside. in all the days which i have left, i never could repay the mercy you have shown me. so, if i cannot do so in this life, then I shall do it in the next.'”

not to sound gay but those two paragraphs invented love

worst character death: i think the first time one of the scribes died (i think we said ores) would be……….incredibly sad. they Ascended/became stars after they died but while they were alive they didn’t Know that. so they’re faced with the realization that the gang has broken up for the first time, and they’re all going to get old and die, as people do, and………..gradually lose their found family, lose the tangible proof that their adventures actually happened, make the triumvirates go on without them, watch the rites and the brand new commonwealth succeed or fail on their own merits. and they missed their friend :( it was a rough time for them all

this made me so happy you have no idea moment: i really like so many of our discussed scribes/nightwings parallels, the mere Idea of scribes/nightwings parallels makes me happy. the one i’m feeling right now is that thing where bertrude always pretends to thinks hedwyn is hitting on her. but gol and milithe can you Imagine. like MA’AM you’re THREE HUNDRED and i’m GAY and also the man i love is right here and he thinks this is hilarious

saddest moment: the scribes looking down from the stars realizing that their commonwealth has been corrupted from their original dream :((((

favorite location: man i already said the isle of khaylmer, also they never went there. still tied between the ridge of gol (Bad Ass) and the summit of mount alodiel, because come on, listen to this part of the greater titans chapter of the book of rites:

“finally, the Eight of us, we climbed atop the brow of old sung-gries. we merged our strength, and struck the mortal blow, such that the archbeast shattered finally to pieces!”

incredibly anime and i fucking Love it. where’s my eight scribes animated series PLEASE they are literally shounen protagonists !!

#pyre #this got SO LONG but it's because i LOVE SCRIBES #tumblr user jodaaariel / tumblr user tieflng solidarity handshake ....

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ancientbooshartifacts · 5 years

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Goths

Author: Beansidhe_Baby

Year: 2010

Rating: PG

Characters: Richmond, Anthrax & Ebola

The first few times Richmond went out on the scene he was largely ignored by everyone else. He thought that perhaps that was part of the air of studied apathy that seemed to permeate all of goth culture, but eventually he figured it out. He was a... what was it that Roy had said the other day. Oh yes, a noob. It was really rather depressing, here he was among his own people and he was as ignored there as he was at work. Even if he wasn't in a room all by himself here, he might as well have been. Oh well, at least there was absinthe here. Within seconds of that thought entering his mind, his drink was knocked out of his hand as a short, or perhaps petite was the correct word in the circumstances, young woman was pushed against him, jostling his shoulder by the slowly undulating crowd. She turned to look at him and smiled slowly, exposing sharp elongated canines like a vampire's fangs. Presumably they were false, although body modification was taken rather seriously hereabouts, so who knew? “I'm terribly sorry,” he said, gulping nervously, slightly intimidated by her feral grin. He hadn't seen a goth girl smiling before, he'd thought there were rules, or at least guidelines, against them. “S'alright,” the girl said, lifting up a hand to stroke his hair, “You're pretty.” Richmond blinked, by now completely out of his depth. “Oh, um, that's lovely of you to say,” he stammered, “you're very beautiful.” She nodded, as though he had said something like 'the sky is blue' or 'Robert Smith has fantastic hair'. Her eyes drifted towards his throat and she trailed a fingertip against his jugular. His eyes remained glued to her parted lips as she moved slowly closer to him, teeth bared in a silent snarl, before she stopped with her head tucked just underneath his chin. He felt his adams apple bob nervously and bump against her mouth, and her soft breath warm against his skin. After an eternity she closed her mouth and pressed a gentle kiss against his neck and he sighed in relief. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed another girl walking purposefully in their direction. His chest seized up, almost fearful of the look on her face. “Do you, do you, that is to say, you don't happen to be here with someone?” he said, looking down at the top of the other girl's dark head. She looked up into his eyes and smiled beatifically, her whole face lighting up like it was backlit by a thousand megawatt light bulbs. “Ebola!” and she said delightedly, leaving him utterly confused as she turned to the newcomer with an expression of near irrepressible joy. The other girl was by their side now, frowning slightly with her hands on her lips. She was as fair as the other girl was dark, though they were both as pale as untouched snow. “I've found a new puppy,” the dark girl said to her companion (Ebola? What an unusual name. He vaguely wished he had thought of it first). “Anthrax,” Ebola said flatly, her lips pressed into a thin red line, “Let him go, he doesn't like it.” Richmond felt like he should intercede, he didn't want to hurt the dark girl's, Anthrax he corrected himself in his mind, feelings and make her feel as though she was unwelcome. She was the first person to talk to him in this club after all and he'd been going here for almost two months. It was nice to have someone to talk to. “Oh, it's no trouble,” he said, fanning his hands out in front of him palm first. “See!” Anthrax squeezed his arm and smiled back up at him. He managed a shy smile back. Ebola sighed with an air of one making a great concession and rolled her eyes. Richmond noticed for the first time that her eyes didn't match, she was wearing a contact lens in one, and admired the effect in had on her face. * He learned over the next few weeks, that Anthrax and Ebola were living in a small house together in Shoreditch. During the day Anthrax worked as a secretary with her face scrubbed clean, her hair in a sensible ponytail and wearing pencil skirts and white blouses.

She hated it and wanted to someday be able to live off the SF and fantasy short stories she wrote freelance. Ebola was a medical student, “training to be a mad scientist,” she'd said to him completely straight faced, and she worked three nights a week in the morgue at the hospital. They were lovely girls, though he'd certainly never say that to their face, or at least not to Ebola, and they taught him all sorts of things. They lived together in a happy state of near poverty, spending all their money on clothes and going out (though they didn't spend a great deal of money past the cover charge in most clubs, seeing as they never had to buy their own drinks). If it was a choice between a pair of boots that had caught one of their eyes or eating meat that month, the footwear would win out every time. The first time he'd gone over to their house (it was tiny and ramshackle, making him deeply embarrassed of his well lit open plan penthouse) he'd thought they were vegetarian, seeing the amount of chick peas, soy and potatoes that they ate, but it was just because they could get those things cheaply in bulk. “You can live very well on potatoes,” Anthrax had told him, “They have as much vitamin C as oranges.” Anthrax was full of such advice. She'd also counselled him to cut his own hair, to save money and to make sure that no one could cast a spell on him by stealing his offcuts. Though he'd nodded sombrely at this, he'd quietly decided that perhaps not all of her advice was completely on the money. Still though, his acquaintanceship, nay friendship, he thought hesitantly, with the girls had proved invaluable. For they were the first to give him what he had lacked since the first time he'd heard Dani Filth scream exquisite torture through his earphones to his very soul. Acceptance. “All goths know each other, like cats,” Ebola had said to him sternly one day and he'd looked back, surprised. “And pregnant ladies,” Anthrax added, Ebola nodding primly “Exactly, and just like them-” “We all hate each other,” Anthrax finished, smiling widely at him, no fangs today. He stared blankly at them, clutching the cup of tea that he'd been given when he sat down in their living room. “Well, maybe not hate, but it's very clique-y,” she went on, and stirred her own tea, “Everyone hates snobs who act all 'more gothic than thou' but not nearly as much as everyone detests weekenders and people who just haven't been into it as long as they have. Oh the hypocrisy!” she giggled and stirred her tea. “Oh,” Richmond looked down rather glumly, “How long does it take for one to be considered legitimate?” “Depends,” Anthrax shrugged, “But for you, not long, because we're adopting you. You can be my brother if you like, you look a bit like me.” * Under their wing, he'd thrived in the community, suddenly accepted where he'd been outright scorned previously. Sometimes he was introduced as Anthrax's twin, sometimes as her lover, sometimes as Ebola's, sometimes both (he'd always betray himself with a blush when they would press into his sides in tandem and press kisses into his hair and the side of his neck. He was by no means a prude, but within mere weeks of knowing them thinking of them in a sexual context brought on the same horror as thinking of his own mother in flagrante delicto), but the inconsistencies were hand waved. As long as he was being introduced by one of them, it didn't seem to matter what it was he had been introduced as. Eventually he began to be recognized and remembered even without them, and he started going out on his own more and more. They were still friends of course, but he was not nearly as dependent on them as he had been. At first he'd felt horrendously guilty, but they'd assured him that there was no need, they'd wanted this for him and he should by all means enjoy the benefit of all their hard work. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and eventually it was over a year since he'd seen them. He was getting along better with his work mates these days and he was never as lonely as he had been those first few months he'd spent as a goth. He was... happy. Content. Accepted.

Then, of course, he'd gotten scurvy and all his tenuous friendships had dried up save for a few emails from Moss occasionally. He lay on his depressingly beige sofa and stared at the glass of fizzing vitamin C on the low coffee table in front of him. He should really drink that. In a minute perhaps. He drifted off into a fitful sleep, his dreams full of unhappy puppies sitting in puddles and baby bats without nests in a storm. A loud knocking woke him and he stared for a few seconds at his own front door without moving. Finally he drew a thin blanket around his shoulders and walked with trepidation towards the door, opening it on the safety chain. He was greeted by Ebola's most angry scowl through the narrow gap and he did a slight double take, hurrying to open the door fully. “We buzzed all of the flats, someone always is expecting someone,” Anthrax said smugly as she walked in. Ebola dropped a twenty five kilo bag of potatoes inside his doorway, swearing under her breath, and joined her. “Come in,” Richmond said, redundantly as they were already inside, looking his barely lived in home. “We couldn't get through to you at your work, they said you were ill,” Anthrax frowned at him this time, walking over to lay a hand on his forehead, “Scurvy, you absolute idiot, how you managed it I'll never know.” He felt embarrassed by everything from his bland tasteful furniture to his bleeding gums and yellowed eyes. “Well, don't worry,” she patted his hand and led him back to the sofa, where he sat with his thumb resting against his lower lip. “We're here now.” And they were. For the first time in two weeks, Richmond smiled.

#the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #boosh #richmond avenal #richmond #the it crowd #it crowd #anthrax #ebola #anthrax & ebola

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christmas/winter meme | ❄️play in the snow with my muse

one.

Pow!

The snowball gets him in the back of the head before its remnants trickle down his collar, nearly making Fudou choke on his bottle of amazake. Hissing at the cold, the tantou tugs at his hoodie while glaring behind him. “Hey, what’s the big idea!?”

‘Not my fault you were spacing out.’

‘Here, I’ll give you another chance.’

“Yag–” Fudou cuts off mid-cry to duck out of the way of a second snowball, then grabs a handful of snow to make one of his own. “Take that!”

Yagen turns his head sideways so the projectile flies by harmlessly, then curves his lips into a smirk. ‘Alright guys, you know what to do.’

“Yeah!”

“Leave it to us, Yagen-nii!”

“You’re outnumbered, Fudou!”

“Th-this isn’t fair!” Fudou cries before being buried under the avalanche of an Awataguchi assault.

An hour later, he’s still grumbling at the kotatsu when Yagen pushes a cup of tea at him across the table. ‘Feeling warmer now?’

“Feelin’ drier at least.”

‘Dry is good,’ Yagen peers at him softly before brushing his fingers past Fudou’s cheeks. ‘You’ll warm up faster that way.’

Fudou snorts. “Who’s th’ one that nearly froze me to death in the firs’ place?!”

‘Can’t get warm without starting out cold,’ Yagen’s tone is flippant, his motions smooth as he settles squarely behind the other and hugs him around the waist.

“Oi, you’re freezin’!”

‘Not for long~’

“Leggo! Eh, your icicle hands–!!”

‘Maaaake me.’

“Don’t think I can’t!” They tussle, but Fudou has the disadvantage with his legs still under the kotatsu. In the end, he falls back exhausted into Yagen’s lap, blinking back tears from the other’s surprise tickle attack.

“That wasn’t fair.”

‘Nope.’

“Jeeeeerk,” he huffs and goes to wipe his eyes, but the other catches them by the wrists. “Eh?”

‘I got it,’ Yagen murmurs, then leans in to kiss the droplets away.

“Wh–what are you–” Fudou blusters.

‘Well, I couldn’t use my hands when they were holding yours, could I?’ Yagen teases before letting him go. ‘It was worth it just to see the expression on your face.’

Fudou turns an angry shade of tomato red. “You–”

‘You’ve warmed up by now, right?’ Yagen pipes up helpfully.

“Yagen!”

‘Hahaha…!’

I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu. More than anything else in the world.

two.

Nom.

‘Hm. Doesn’t taste like anything after all.’

“Yagen, did ya just eat a snowflake.”

‘A few, actually.’

“Aren’t they just frozen water?” Fudou mutters. He’s sure he’s heard Yagen explain about the science of snow before to his brothers once upon a time. “It’s not gonna taste like much.”

‘Just checking.’ The spectacled tantou puts his hands in his pockets and leans back against the back of the bench, staring up at the skies. ‘After hearing about all these gifts, I’m starting to question the reality of this place.’

“The cold’s real ‘nough.”

‘Hah, true.’

“Fudou-nii!”

Both of them look up at the sound of a voice to see Oshima toddling towards them, nearly staggering beneath a giant ball of snow in his arms. Behind him are Goto and Sato, each hugging snowballs of their own. “Come help us build a snowman!”

“What, did you guys get all tha’ by yourselves?” Fudou tuts at the view, feeling an odd mixture of amusement and pride. “Nice job.”

Oshima beams at him. “Yeah!”

“Yagen, wanna help out?” Fudou tosses back as he takes the giant snowball from the smaller tantou’s arms.

Yagen smiles and shakes his head. It’s rare for Fudou to spend time with all his brothers, after all. ‘I’ll just–’

“C’mon, Yagen-nii!”

“Yeah, Yagen-nii should help out too! You’re taller!”

“We can build lots of snowmen together!”

The excited cries of the Yukimitsu brothers drown him out. Oshima, now with hands free, runs forward and simply grabs him by the hand. “You gotta help us find stuff fo’ their faces!”

Let it be said that Yagen Toushirou was never one to refuse requests from a younger brother. And thus, the five of them ended up building an entire family of snowmen that afternoon, one for each of their siblings there in the city.

At the end of it all, Yagen and Fudou stand side by side, marveling at the view while the younger Yukimitsu brothers run around their creations like a festival float.

“Mm, that one over there’s not bad lookin’,” Fudou nods sagely towards a certain snowman wearing glasses over its nose. Yagen exhales, smirking at the snowman with the sliced top of a pineapple sticking out of his head like hair.

‘I’d say the one next to it looks even better.’

They exchange glances, then break out into laughter. Fudou’s the first to hug him, but Yagen gets the kiss–a small one snuck on a cheek, then a soft whisper by an ear.

‘I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu. More than anything else in the world.’

three.

Crunch.

He stops at the top of the hill, digging his skis into the snow. From this height, the research team and their platform look like ants. Fudou squints behind his goggles, but fails to pick Yagen out from the other mass of white labcoats.

Instead, he hears the familiar crackle in his earpiece before the scientist speaks. ‘All systems go. How are you doing from your end, Fudou?’

“S’fine. View’s great.”

‘That’d be the special ultraviolet guard we put on the goggles. They’re anti-fog and anti-glare, better than anything else on the market.’

“Yeah, I bet.” He’d just tossed out a comment, but trust Yagen to hyper-focus on the details as always. “So whaddya want me to do this time?”

‘Sit back and enjoy the show. These are automatic skiis, we’re supposed to test if they can take you down the slopes unaided.’

“Uh-huh. And if I fall?”

‘You won’t,’ Yagen’s voice is flush with certainty. ‘The R&D team’s designed this with a million self-balancing sensors in mind–and besides, you’re not that bad of a skiier.’

“Right. So these for those rich lazy folks or somethin’?” Fudou tests the skiis by balancing on one foot. Amazingly, the skii rights itself in the snow before he ever gets close to tipping over. He’s more used to handling prototype weapons and other nasty gadgets, so fooling around with a toy seems…odd.

‘Sort of. They’re going to be marketed to the disabled elite so they can get back to doing the things they love. No one’s ever invested into the field because everyone’s looking for miracle cures instead, but the company figures we can do both.’

“Your company’s got a whole lotta pies t’finger, huh.”

‘Haha, something like that. Anyways, I’ll make sure you’re not bored on the way down, so have fun!’

“Sure thing, doc.” And as usual, Fudou waits for the countdown before he pushes off the mountain. Again, it takes him time to adjust to new tech–the automatic skiis seem to take over as his legs and feet, directing him to the smoothest path down the mountain. Whenever he tries to go a different route, the skiis relinquish control, but he doesn’t stay there long before they bring him back to smoother snow instead.

About a third of the way down the hill, Yagen sends a giant boulder after him. It’s around the same time ramps start showing up in the slopes, so Fudou simply glides over one that takes him airborne in a 360 degree flip that lands him behind the careening projectile. Built in lasers disintegrate the massive ball to dust before it can crash onto the researchers below.

After that come other obstacles: pop-up trees, falling objects, a storm of snowballs pelting him from the side; with the skiis keeping him on his feet, he only has to focus on speed and evasion to avoid the lot, working the slopes like a decades-old pro. By the time he reaches the bottom of the hill, Yagen’s the first the clap him on the back and offer him a detailed breakdown of all his adventures on the mountain. Then he sends him back up the lift for another run. And another and another, because all good tests bear repeated trials. Besides, it’s not much work when gravity’s on his side, right?

By the end of Run 21, he’s called to take a break and sinks into the chair prepared for him. Two assistants help him take off his skiis while Yagen plods over in his snowboots, tablet in hand. ‘It’s really amazing, these results,’ he prattles on. ‘Especially in relation to your stamina! Fudou, you only exhibited a 0.8% decrease in speed dodging that boulder this run compared to the first!’

“Yeah well, I probably used th’ energy kickin’ it to pieces in the run before that,” Fudou shrugs. “How’d ya get so many boulders, anyways?” Each trial saw a new ball of death–sometimes two and finally three–hurtling down the hill to crush him.

‘Recycled waste,’ Yagen says briskly, and then brightens as he spots a promising new trend of data. ‘It looks like we’ve uncovered a notable design flaw in the boards. R&D will be happy that we’ve caught it.’

“Uh-huh.” Fudou waits for Yagen to stop gloating over the research, but when time stretches on, he gets impatient and tugs on the scientist’s sleeve. “So…we done now?”

Yagen blinks, then checks his watch. ‘Yeah, you’re free to go. Good job today as always.’

That’s it? He rubs his nose (still sore from the cold) and tugs at Yagen’s sleeve, scowling slightly.

‘What?’ his partner spares him a glance.

“Ya gonna say anythin’ else?” he asks.

The scientist tilts his head to one side, then grins. ‘Your nose is red.’

Fudou wrinkles it in protest. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”

‘You snore when you sleep.’

“So do you.”

‘You’re pretty.’

“Tch, compliments won’t getcha anythin’.”

‘It sounds like you just want attention.’ Bemused, Yagen moves to pet him on the head, gloved hand running through spiky purple hair. ‘Be good, I’ll play with you after work.’

“Yagen,” Something in Fudou bristles at the words, and it shows in the way he bares his teeth.

Almost feral, Yagen thinks, and wonders how much he’s really tamed out of the stray he took in from the streets. But he indulges him anyways and leans in to plant a kiss on his forehead. ‘Alright now, don’t get mad. I know it’s been a long day. Let’s have dinner out tonight, hm? My treat.’

“It’s always your treat,” his boyfriend arches an eyebrow, unimpressed.

‘Not when I make you cook,’ Yagen shoots back. ‘And I won’t tonight, because I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu,’

‘…more than anything else in the world.’

His best, his precious, and most cost-efficient test subject boyfriend. Really, who would complain with such a two-for-one deal?

#damekatana #💊〢take two & call me in the morning (answers)#💧〢the fifth month when the rain falls (drabbles)#mm it's like 3-in-one hahaha

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