#Simply become possum

[nomsfaultau]

Philza meditates in weird positions sometimes

#This was the photo taken seconds before distaster #And by disaster I mean me redrawing a scene of ice age 3: dawn of the dinosaurs with techno #angel duo #is that what they’re called? I don’t keep up with duo names #scp tommyinnit #scp philza #fault au #meditation techniques #Simply become possum #something to nom on

[reyalvr]

IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL | 1

୨⎯ in which a reef boy seeks to prove himself worthy of a forest girl’s attention. ⎯୧

genre┊ slight slowburn, angst, & e2l, idiots-to-lovers, fluff, two-shot (?)

pairing┊ao’nung x fem-sully!reader

wordcount┊6.3k

warnings┊ movie spoilers

author’s note┊ yipee first fic on a new blog! hoping this doesn’t flop, but whatever happens, happens ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ. this also wasn’t proofread that well, so apologies if there are any mistakes <//3 this was inspired by this scene from the first avatar movie. i personally think ao’nung is better as neytiri’s counterpart but that’s just me :p happy reading! 

song recs┊happiness is simple, becoming one of “the people”, goodnight sweet possums. 

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The ocean breeze was cool against your skin, the water rippling around you as you rode atop your ilu. It would have been relaxing, had you not been actively searching for your idiot brother. Though the tides were calm, the sea blended into the vastness of the night sky. You found it difficult to navigate the waters, unable to tell where the sea ended and where the sky started. 

However tired you were, you pushed forward, determined to find Lo’ak and bring him back to the village safely. Everything happened in a blur – Ao’nung’s words sending you and your family into a frenzy, you hastily getting onto an ilu and riding out into the ocean. Your brother had sought out the reef boy to apologize for the events that occurred earlier that day, under strict orders from your father to reconcile with the chief’s son. 

That order was directed at you too, though you had no intention of following through with it. Rarely did you ever go against your dad, but this time you had good reason to do so. Ao’nung and his friends had deserved what had happened to them, and no way in hell were you going to succumb to his antics simply because of his rank in the clan. 

Ignoring your anger you called out into the silent air, waiting desperately for a call back. Lo’ak was a pain at times, but at the end of the day he was still your brother – your twin brother. He knew you better than anyone else and vice versa. If anything happened to him you would never forgive yourself – he was your responsibility as much as you were his. The bond between twins was forever sacred, and losing your other half would destroy you in ways nobody would be able to understand.

Your ilu started to thrash, signaling to you that she felt your worriedness and exhaustion. You stroked her head, assuring her that she would be able to rest soon. You wanted to believe that as well, believe that you would spot your brother any time now and leave your worries in the past. You said a silent prayer to Eywa, hoping that She would guide you to him.

The will of the Great Mother flowed through all of the People, and Her will gave you the strength you desperately needed. As you turned to check behind some of  the rocks, you caught a glimpse of a bioluminescent path fading away as you continued to near them. You saw him then, sitting on a rock catching his breath. You nearly flew off your ilu as you raced towards him, calling his name in relief.

“Lo’ak!” You yelled as you threw your arms around him, your heart beating erratically, unable to handle all of the emotions you were feeling. When you finally let him out of your grasp, you smacked him on the head before checking to make sure he was alright. 

“You are an idiot,” You said as you examined his body for wounds, making sure that there weren’t any serious ones. “What were you thinking! I told you it was useless to reconcile with that asshole.” 

He shook his head and placed a hand on your arm to reassure you that he was fine. “I know, but really sister, I am fine.” 

His calm demeanor was startling – in no way was he displaying any sort of fear or distress. It bothered you slightly, your brother wasn’t one to stay silent about anything. You tried to show that you understood, but you knew that he could see past the feigned look of acceptance on your face. 

Wasting no more time, you called out for your ilu and made sure that Lo’ak was secured properly before swimming back to the village. 

When you arrived, your father was the first to greet you guys, his arms instantly wrapping around both of you. He took a good look at Lo’ak and then you, and you could see the look of relief as he realized that Lo’ak was unharmed and you were fine. While he pulled your brother to the side to further examine him, you finally felt the gazes of the villagers all over you. 

You wanted to run away — you hadn’t gotten used to the stares yet, and you figured you never would. But you stood your ground, opting not to hide behind your brother and father. You caught the stare of a particularly familiar Metkayinan boy. You nearly hissed, your suppressed anger bubbling to the top of your head.

“You!” You yelled, your voice laced in venom as you started for Ao’nung. He stepped back, a defensive reaction as he hadn’t expected you to go after him in front of everyone. 

Before you could do anything else, you felt someone pull you back. You were about to shake out of their grasp until you realized it was your mother. Slowly, you yielded any efforts to fight against her. 

“Ma’ite,” She warned, her tone soft yet stern. “Be calm, my daughter. Do not be rash.” 

You swallowed any form of retort back — your mother was right to stop whatever outburst you were about to have. It was not wise to cause a scene, especially after what had just happened. 

You sighed, closing your eyes and bowing your head in response. With your mother reassured, she rushed over to Lo’ak and your father. You could hear her scold him, threatening to pluck his eyes out. You wanted to defend him, call out the real cause of this situation. But you held your tongue instead, tapping your foot unsteadily and swinging your tail back and forth. You looked up at Ao’nung and watched as he hung his head in shame. 

Serves him right. You wondered if he actually felt sorry for his actions or if he was just sorry that he was caught. It was most likely the latter — Ao’nung was set on making your lives a living hell the moment you landed in Awa’atlu.

“My son knows better than to take him outside the reef.” Tonowari announced suddenly, his voice booming in the night. “The blame is his.” 

Ao’nung was now bent on one knee, his head still hung in shame. He refused to look at anything but the ground, and he especially did his best to avoid your searing gaze. Seeing him pay for his antics was rewarding, and you could finally feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

The feeling went away as soon as it came though, as Lo’ak had decided to speak on behalf of Ao’nung. “No, this is not Ao’nung’s fault. This was my idea.” 

You immediately grabbed his arm, pulling him to face you. You hissed his name quietly, trying to stop him from doing whatever it was that he was planning. He could not take the blame for this – it was not right. You weren’t gonna allow Ao’nung to walk away from this unscathed, hell, you weren’t gonna let him walk away at all. 

“My brother is lying.” You said, cutting off whatever excuse your brother was about to spew out of his mouth. “He was tricked, deceived-” 

“I am not lying, I speak the truth.” He said, ignoring your menacing glare. He gave you a look as if to say leave it be. “Ao’nung tried to talk me out of it.” 

You let go of your brother’s arm, fury taking over your body. Eywa give you the strength, you could not believe that he was willingly defending the very boy who had left him out there to die. Your father quickly ushered the both of you out of the crowd, apologizing to Tonowari in the process. 

You could hear the hushed interrogation of Tonowari and Ronal as you passed, asking him if it were true. You saw him glance at you from your peripheral, but you made no move to do the same. Of course he was gonna use the cover-up your brother provided for him, he would be a fool not to. 

But he would be a coward if he did. You held your head up high, wishing that after this you wouldn’t have to deal with his torment anymore. 

When you were far enough away from the crowd, Lo’ak had gotten another scolding from your dad. He gave no fight, no argument against the warning your father had strictly given him. When all was said and done he simply walked away, his face void of any emotion.

With Lo’ak gone your dad turned his attention towards you. “And you,” he paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What were you thinking, going out there? I told you to stay put but you rode out without any warning.” 

Unlike your brother you didn’t hang your head low, nor did you remain silent. “He is my brother, father. My twin. You cannot expect me to  just sit around and do nothing. And if I recall, I was the one who found him and brought him back.” 

Your father’s lips were pressed into a thin line, and you could tell that your attitude was causing him to reach his tipping point. Your ears went down as you stopped yourself from arguing any further, not wanting to cause your parents any more stress. Your father was quiet, though his stare felt like a thousand poisoned-tipped arrows driving into your heart. 

“I just wanted to make sure he was alright. That is all.” You kept your head down this time, your tone less defensive. 

“Just go, get some rest. Do not get into any more trouble.” Was all your father said in response, turning to look away from you. 

You sighed heavily as you walked away, your heart heavy and your mind clouded. Even in the safety of your family’s marui, their presence was a heavy reminder of the shame you and your brother had brought upon them. As you laid in your hammock, you tried to will away any lingering thoughts of the day. It would do you no good, this self pity. 

The next day, you were up before everyone else. You kept quiet as you crept out of the pod, your footsteps light and weightless. Once you were outside you took a moment to appreciate the village at this hour, basked in a comforting dimness and solitude. 

It was a nice feeling in contrast to the day before; even if it was just for a brief moment. You continued on your way, heading straight for the cliff formation that stood tall at the end of the beach. It merged straight into the forest, which gave you easy access to the ikrans and the trees. You had discovered the path a few weeks ago, back when you were still learning the ways of the Metkayina. 

You had fallen off your ilu countless of times, each failure met with wicked laughs from Ao’nung and his circle of friends. You were embarrassed to say the least, but you stayed for the rest of the session. Giving into their torment would have only made them happier. 

So when your training finally ended, you wasted no time in rushing out of the water. You had no destination in mind, your body only moving to get away. Then when you suddenly came face to face with the large rock that seemed desolate, you took it as a sign from Eywa that it would be your new getaway. 

As you climbed your way up, the sunrise followed you soon after. You could feel the sun’s rays on your back, gracing you with a warm embrace. Only when you were at the top were you finally able to take in the view. 

Catching the sunrise was always a sight to behold, but it felt extra special knowing that you were alone in your peace, able to enjoy the moment on your own. You watched as the water reflected the sun’s rays, the sea glimmering like a mythical portal into another world. 

And you supposed that it actually was; the sea was a whole nother world, its waters harboring all sorts of life. You watched as a tsurak leaped out of the water, its bright orange wings spreading out widely before diving back into the ocean. The wildlife of Awa’atlu never ceases to amaze you – most especially tales of the tulkun that were told to you by Tsireya and Rxoto. 

You thought back to the night where Tsireya had introduced the topic of kinship bonds between the Metkayina and the tulkuns. It reminded you of your own bonding ceremony, the Iknimaya. However different your worlds were, there would always be similar aspects to the way of life. 

You shared the longing feeling with them, missing your spirit bond. Though your ikran wasn’t away for migration, it had been a while since the last time you took your banshee out for a flight. Back at home, you would take her out for rides almost every single day, slowly becoming one of the best taronyus your clan had ever seen since the days before the war. 

Your beautiful banshee had chosen you before you had even properly stood your ground during your ceremony. You remembered the first time you had ridden her on your own – it was like a match made in heaven between you two. All hunters shared one mind with their ikran after tsaheylu, but your connection was different. 

Even before you bonded with her before rides, she was already aware of your next move. At first you had thought it was because your ceremony had gone so well, but then you learned the truth. She was traced back to your mother’s first ikran, Seze. Your mother, unaware that her banshee had had a clutch of eggs, was just as surprised as you were. 

“Ikran will fly with only one hunter, ma’ite. They choose you, just as much as you choose them.” She had said one night, brushing your hair lovingly by the glowing fire. “It seems that Seze has found her way back to us – to you.” 

You smiled softly, the memories of your clan slowly calming your heart. Lost in your thoughts, you nearly missed the sounds of rustling vines by the side of the cliff. You instantly got up from your spot, your hand already hovering the hunting knife strapped to your chest. You wanted to peer over the ledge, see whatever it was that climbing and making such a ruckus. 

And you were about to, had it not been for the sudden appearance of a light-blue finned arm. Whoever it was, they struggled immensely to bring themselves up over the ridge. Then you heard the voice of the mystery person (who now, was not so mysterious).

Ao’nung finally threw himself over onto the surface of the cliff, huffing and panting as he paused to lay down. You stood over him, your looming figure blocking the morning sun from stinging his eyes. You crossed your arms, not saying anything to him as he continued to catch his breath. It was strange, really, this so-called mighty hunter so winded out after one climb. 

When he finally caught his breath, he looked up at you and smiled. The audacity of this jerk, smiling at you as if he were your friend. “Hi, you.” He said, his fangs showing as he continued to grin up at you.

His tone was different today. When he spoke to you it was usually either with quick annoyance or condescending mischief. You tilted your head to the side, your eyebrow raising up in confusion. 

“You?” You repeated, already mildly irritated. 

He stood now, making sure to keep his distance from you. That was more like it. “Yeah,” he paused, now slowly walking up to the other side of the ledge. “You.” He mimicked your almost-outburst last night, even furrowing his non-existent brows the same way you did. 

You stuck your tongue into your cheek, closing your eyes in the process. Eywa, you hated him. You hated everything about him. You hated his attitude, you hated his antics, you hated him. 

“Do not do such things when you are standing next to me on a high cliff.” You threatened. To hell with your dad’s orders, if he crossed you one more time you were seriously going to consider throwing him off by his tail. 

He raised his hands in defense, the same way he did at the beach. You wanted  nothing more than to smack that smug look off of that bastard’s face. You pitied Tsireya for having this skxawng for an older brother, and even more for the baby on the way. 

“You can clearly tell that I do not wish to be near you,” You said, now turning to face him. “So why are you still here?” 

His smug demeanor slowly started to falter, and you could see that he was actually, for once in his life, thinking about what he was gonna say next. That was not more like it.

“Look, I understand that it might be too late now,” He reached around to scratch the back of his neck, his eyes darting to the water as if to look for the right words to say. “I wanted to apologize. Properly, this time.” 

Your jaw nearly fell to the ground. To say you were shocked would be an understatement, you were absolutely bewildered at what had just come out of this boy’s mouth. Ao’nung, notorious for never bending down to anyone who he deemed was below him, was apologizing to you. 

You laughed then, understanding now what he was trying to do. Of course it couldn’t be real, he was messing with you. “Oh,” you exaggerated. “I get it now! It’s another joke- another one of your tricks.” 

“Oh man, you almost got me.” You patted him on his shoulder, clenching your stomach in your fit of fake giggles. “Keep that acting up and you’ll definitely be qualified for next week’s bonfire performance.” 

Now he was the one confused. He followed after you as you made your way into the forest, your laughter slowly starting to subside. You walked faster, hoping to lose him the moment you started gaining momentum. 

“[Y/N] please, it is not a joke.” He called after you, and you could hear him stumble on the overgrown path as you continued to ignore him. You did not reply, only focusing on getting him off your back.

“[Y/N] I am not lying to you, nor am I trying to make a fool out of you,” He finally caught up to (unfortunately), his head tilted downwards as he waited desperately for an acknowledgment. 

That last line was what got you. He wasn’t trying to make a fool out of you? Did he seriously think you were going to believe that? You stopped abruptly and faced him now, your eyes shooting daggers into his skull. 

“You cannot expect me to believe that,” You spat at him, jabbing your finger into his chest as you spoke. “Have you already forgotten about last night, hm? About how you left my brother out there to die?” 

“I did not-“ He started, but he shut his mouth as soon as he opened it. 

At that point you were beyond pissed, last night’s fury overtaking your body once more. Here you were, thinking you could at least have one morning to yourself. Oh how mistaken you were. You backed him into a tree, finger still pressed into his chest. However, his expression showed no signs of anger; not even a slight retaliation to your confrontation. 

You wanted to yell at him, scream at him. You wanted him to hear your words, to know how many nights he had left you sleepless because of a heavy heart. Oh Eywa, you wanted him to hear you. 

“I cannot express how much I loathe you. How much I wish to skin you alive.” You said, your words laced in silent but deadly anger. “I have been nothing but kind to you! I let you get away with your stunts because I had to respect you – respect your rank.” 

You felt hot tears start to form, but you did your best to force them away. He had already seen how you handled your outbursts, you weren’t about to let him see you vulnerable as well. Still he remained silent, a gray look painting his features.

“You say that you want to apologize, but what did you do when you found me this morning? You mocked me. You found it hilarious that I thought my brother was gone.” Your bottom lip quivered, a frown starting to form on your lips. 

You turned away quickly, hands flying to cover your eyes. Great, you thought. The tension in the air was so thick that even a hunter’s knife wouldn’t be able to make a dent. He spoke up then, but his voice was soft as he went on. 

“I am sorry. So deeply sorry, [Y/N].” Was all he could muster up at that point. “You are right, what I did to you and your family was not right. I was- am a fool.” 

You turned slightly, finally making proper eye-contact with him. Ao’nung looked at you, really looked at you, and not with pity. He was ashamed – so, so, ashamed for what he had done. It was a genuine look of shame that it nearly spooked you. Reef people spoke not only with their words, but with their eyes as well. He kept his gaze on you, waiting for you to respond, to lash out – to do anything. 

“I want to make things right. In fact I’ve already started,” He made his way in front of you, his eyes never leaving your silent figure. “I spoke with Lo’ak last night, though it was only brief. He did what he did because he wanted to spare me the shame I would get if my parents realized that I was the one who brought him out there. Imagine that? The guy whose life I risked defending me because he didn’t want me to get hurt.” 

You stared at him for a moment, lips slightly parted. You had no doubt that he was speaking the truth – you knew the way your brother handled things. He thought of everyone else before him, always doing things to make sure other people were comfortable.

“So what is your plan for mending things with me? Or is an apology all you came here for?” You asked, the angry sadness within you slowly melting away as you heard him out. 

Never in your life did you think you were going to see Ao’nung fix up his act, but now he was proving you wrong. He took a deep breath before speaking again. 

“I want to understand you – to know who you are. I know that I’ve shut down any of your attempts to show me your true skills before, but I am ready to learn from you – only if you let me. I will not force you to do so if you do not wish to.” 

At that moment it was just the two of you, surrounded by the lush nature of Awa’atlu’s forest. The sun had peaked high enough to where its rays shone through the canopies and bushes, the light of it glowing around the both of you. You watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his fingers twiddled at his side. He really meant it. That was really not more like it. You waited a few seconds before nodding your head slowly. 

“Okay.” You said, voice so soft that a normal human wouldn’t have been able to hear it. “I will show you. But only after will I decide if you are worthy of my acceptance.” 

Ao’nung sighed in relief, a small, satisfied smile starting forming on his lips. “So, when can we start?”

You turned away from him once again, this time making your way out of the forest. By now village life would be starting, and that meant that your family would be up as well. Once the both of you were back on the cliff’s ledge, you were able to see the fishermen setting up their posts, the healers gathering medicinal plants from the farms. Their lives were so simple here – empty of any human influence. 

And now you had the chance to do the same – to live freely without the fear of forever being an outcast. 

“After eclipse. We will meet back here, do not be late or I will assume that you have no intention of keeping your word.” You said without looking at him, making your way down to the vines. 

Before you lost sight of him though, you caught a glimpse of his gleeful expression. His smile had only grown bigger from when you agreed to let him into your life. 

That was most definitely not more like it. 

To your surprise, Ao’nung had already made it up to the ledge before you. Still unaware of your presence, he leaned quietly against one of the trees, humming an unfamiliar tune. He was looking up at the sky, admiring the brightness of each star against the hues of dark blues and purples. 

“You’re early.” You announced, your voice pulling him out of his trance.

“Of course. I promised that I was going to prove myself, didn’t I?” He replied, a slightly playful tone hinted in his words. 

You ignored whatever it was and went straight into the forest, not waiting for him to follow. If he wanted to know who you were, the first thing he had to do was learn how to keep up with you. All this time you had to work under his pace, now he had to work under yours. 

He was smart enough to know that, and he followed as you ventured deeper into the forest. Much like in the Omitikaya, their forests were littered with bioluminescent plants that illuminated the dark spots. You were used to navigating places in the dark, but Ao’nung on the other hand, was not. You stopped yourself from giggling every time you heard him bump into something. 

“We are almost there.” You said, turning your head to look at him briefly as you continued walking. “I hope you still have energy to climb.” 

You heard his quiet complaints, but he continued forward. You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of accomplishment for finally being able to boss him around for once. After a few more turns, you had finally reached one of the larger trees. 

“You ready?” You asked quite cheerfully, something that Ao’nung took note of. Forest girl in the forest, of course you would be happy. 

“Lead the way.” He said, his hand gesturing for you to show him the way up. 

You were swift as you lifted yourself by the vines, relishing in the feeling of being in your element. Sure, being in the water was fun, but being able to swing and jump from branch to branch was something entirely different. The forest was all you knew before coming to Awa’atlu, and as the sky people say, old habits die hard. 

You looked down to see Ao’nung trying his best to mimic the way you were climbing. You were slightly impressed, seeing him pull himself up even though you knew he was already starting to get tired. Now he had a glimpse of what it felt like to be you – adapting to a new setting, learning the ways of a whole nother clan.

When you had finally reached the wide branch pathway, you bent down to offer him a hand. He waved you off, assuring you that he was perfectly capable on his own. You shrugged your shoulders and got up, making your way to the archway made up of overlapping branches. The leaves of the neighboring trees created a makeshift entrance, adding to the hidden aspect of what was behind it. 

“What is this place?” He asked, his expression filled with curiosity. 

He was a sweaty mess, and you were only able to tell because of the glowing flowers that grew on the bark of the trees. And also because he stood beside you now, closer than usual. The branch was wide but it would only go so far. He had to stay close to you if he didn’t want to fall to the ground or into the sea. 

“Come, I will show you.” You pushed the leaves aside, revealing a path to another tree, only this one was larger than before. 

Its canopy was so rich in greenery that it felt almost foreign to him, like someone had lifted it from another forest and planted it here. The branches on it intertwined with one another, creating a beautiful, intricate pattern. Ao’nung had lived here all his life, yet he could not believe that such a sight was present here all this time.

His hand rested on the top of the archway, which caused him to lean over you slightly as he took in this newfound view. You looked up slightly, watching him admire his new surroundings. From your position you could hear his heartbeat; slowly returning to a normal rhythm from the exertion a few moments ago. 

What was odd was that your heart was the one beating erratically. It was fast, faster than what you normally felt after a climb. You coughed as you moved forward, breaking the silence between you two. Ao’nung followed you soon after, though his eyes were still locked on the tree in front of him. 

“So, you want to know who I am?” You started walking backwards, a feat that shocked Ao’nung. Even though you were this high up, you were well balanced. You didn’t hesitate with your steps, nor did you struggle with the bumps on the path. “Watch and learn.”

You called out into the night, your voice uluating as you waited for a response. The leaves of the tree started to rustle, and you heard the familiar growls of a certain ikran. She leaped out then, her wings flapping in excitement as she recognized your call. 

“Sìlpey!” You exclaimed, hurriedly running towards her. Her head leaned towards you as you reached out to stroke her leathery wings. “My sweet girl, I have missed you.” 

You reached into the pouch at your side, grabbing for one of the fishes you slipped out of your family’s basket. Ikrans were more than capable of hunting for their own food, but you enjoyed giving Sìlpey a treat once in a while. She happily took it from your hands, gulping it down as soon as she had it in her mouth. 

“Tam-tam, Ma’Sìlpey.” Your voice was smooth and calming, and you hadn’t felt happiness like this in a while. It had engulfed you fully, and you nearly would’ve forgotten about Ao’nung’s presence had it not been for your ikran’s sudden roar. 

You turned sharply and ran towards him, tugging his arm. He looked down at you, mouth agape and eyes wide. In your haste to make it up here, you had forgotten to tell him about the rules when it came to encountering ikrans. 

“Do not look into her eyes. They do not take kindly to strangers.” You whispered, making sure he understood you correctly. He averted his gaze to bark of the branch, cautious with next movements. 

You made your way back to your banshee, stroking her head this time. You brought kuru up to hers, making tsaheylu with her before mounting her properly. Once you were sat securely, you let out a long, suppressed laugh. Oh how you missed this, missed being one with your spirit sister. Ao’nung slowly looked up, making sure to focus solely on you. He grinned at your laughter, taking in this new expression of yours.

“You seem happy.” He said, crossing his arms in the process. He stepped back a bit giving your ikran more room to move around. 

“Oh reef boy, happy doesn’t even begin to describe it.” You replied, or rather, shouted. 

He blinked. Reef boy, huh?

“This is who I am. I am a hunter — taronyu.” You shifted in your seat, clutching onto the leather straps of Sìlpey’s harness. “Ikrans are not like ilus or direhorses.” 

He watched in fascination as you willed her to calm down. He had heard stories of the ikrans before, tales of riders from the eastern sea who took pride in their spiritual connections with them. But seeing one in real life was different. 

He had caught a glimpse of  Sìlpey during your arrival, but now that he was close enough to admire her, he understood why you loved her as much as you did. 

“Once you have chosen an ikran, they will only fly with you for the rest of their life.” You explained, stroking her head once again. “Sìlpey is the daughter of my mother’s first ikran. She and I are not like most taronyus.” 

“How do you know?” He asked, purely out of curiosity. He genuinely wanted to know how you knew you were different. He saw you in a different light now — gone was the quiet girl who succumbed to his ridiculous antics. You were a warrior in your own right, and he felt the sense of shame creep up on him again as he remembered the way he treated you. 

“Watch.” You said, climbing off of your ikran. You walked away from her with a look, as if you were speaking to her through your mind. She flew back into the trees, and only when she was out of sight did you turn to face him. 

“Do not yell.” You said to him as you adjusted the riding straps on your arms. 

He was about to ask you what you meant by that when you suddenly leapt off the branch, arms outstretched as you fell closer and closer into the sea. 

“[Y/N]!” He yelled as he moved forward, stopping himself once he realized he was going to slip if he continued any further. When he looked back down, you were nowhere to be seen. 

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. His palms began to sweat as he actively tried to search for you, hoping to spot you somewhere in the water. He was just about ready to dive himself, until he heard a loud screech behind him.

He spun around almost instantly, his eyes wide in realization. You were sitting comfortably on your ikran, suspended in the air. The moonlight illuminated the both of you, the white glow highlighting your features. You were laughing, genuinely laughing, and your ikran spun the both of you around before finally moving closer to him. 

“I told you not to yell.” You said through your laughs, your smile still plastered brightly onto your lips. 

He sighed, half in relief and half in annoyance. “You didn’t tell me you were going to jump off! That hardly seems fair.” 

You moved to land back onto the branch, dismounting yourself once again. “You have hardly been fair yourself, have you not?” You said, although your tone was not angry. Rather, it seemed like you were teasing him.

He shook his head. Impossible, he thought. She will never think of you that way, she is here because you want to make things right. 

“It’s getting late.” Ao’nung said, turning to face towards the archway. “We need to get back soon.”

You only nodded in response, turning to say your goodbyes to Sìlpey. She crowed and thrashed, and you felt terrible for leaving alone again. “I will return soon, I promise.” With one last stroke to her wings, you turned around to meet Ao’nung outside the archway. 

“So, taronyu,” He said as you finally made your way to him. “What’s after this?” 

“We will meet here again. Tomorrow, after eclipse. Do not be late or-“ 

“‘-I will assume that you have no intention of keeping your word’, yes I know.” He finished for you. “I told you, I will prove myself to you.” 

You stared at him, humming in response. You made your way down the tree, and he followed close behind you. The walk back was quiet between the two of you, the mystery of surprise gone for the day. You wouldn’t call it awkward, just, unusual. 

At the cliff’s ledge, you paused to wait for Ao’nung to catch up to you. When he finally stood next to you, you turned to ask him something that you had failed to mention earlier during your guys’ first encounter.

“How did you know I was here this morning?” You asked as you looked up at him, searching his eyes for any hints of lies. 

“I know you come here often.” Was all he replied, saying it as if it were a common fact.

“Bullshit, not even my own twin brother knows about this place.” You scoffed. 

“Because your brother doesn’t pay attention to you the way that I have to.” He replied, his voice stern. “When you snuck off that day after training it took me a while to find you. Imagine my surprise when I saw you up there, sitting alone in silence.”

You were shocked at this information, you were certain that nobody came around this part of the island — at least not where you went. And why had he said nothing about this? Why did he leave you be? By no means were you complaining, but it was just not like him to be so — considerate.

“You are full of surprises lately, reef boy.” You said, leaving him alone once again as you made your way down the vines.

Ao’nung felt his cheeks heat at the nickname, and he thanked Eywa that it was night so that you wouldn’t be able to see the purplish tint across his cheeks. 

“Good night, forest girl!” He called out to you.

“Tomorrow! Do not be late!” Was all you responded with. 

Although, the voice in the very back of your head wished to say good night to him as well.

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#aonung #aounung #ao'nung #ao'nung x you #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung fanfiction #ao'nung x fem!reader #ao'nung angst #ao'nung fluff #ao'nung imagine #avatar ao'nung #avatar the way of water #ao'nung atwow #avatar 2022 #avatar 2 #atwow fanfiction #avatar imagine #✎ maxi’s works

[volkodava]

"I don't know about you guys, but my bat is hungry for a good fight."

Lately, I've suddenly become obsessed with the idea of a post-apocalyptic version of Persona 3 with shelters, a wasteland and raiding gangs. A kind of mixture of Fallout with Mad Max, where there are no personas, the characters are more aggressive, the morals are wilder, Strega really became cultists, and Shinjiro, armed with a road sign, is canon.

And I finally got my act together and drew the local version of Junpei.

His “ostentatious” character is more brash here, his humor is darker (and still inappropriate). Instead of the two-handed sword from the original, he uses a bat with nails, and the “Flammable” sign on his jacket refers to the main element of his persona (Hermes/Trismegistus).

He made his living in single raids until Akihiko found him in some trash can and brought him to SEES. He has a bad habit of carrying all sorts of rubbish into the shelter as trophies, for which he was nicknamed Possum. It is unknown where he lost the fang, but Yukari is sure that he was simply trying to open a bottle of beer with his teeth.

P.S.: In fact, I have a lot more in mind, so let me know if you are interested in looking at the other characters in this AU.

P.P.S.: OF COURSE Jundori will be there, who would doubt it…

#junpei iori #persona 3 #post apocalypse #post apocalypse au #persona 3 postapocalypse

[the-lost-boys-whore]

Would you be open to a request about the Italian Stallion and the reader? Like maybe he chose her to eat, but decides he can't do it when it comes time to because something about her makes his heart beat again. He ends up following her everywhere, every night after because he becomes ObSesseD, and he just wants to keep her safe and he can't just approach he like a NORMAL person because he's a short VAMPIRE with a TEMPER and he doesn't want to scare her, but it's basically just a bunch of melodramatic, romantic, Italian pining. In the mean time, the boys? Don't know what to do? Like who is this heart broken Romeo? and where is? their rabid possum that they adopted?

Okay I had total writers block with this but I think this imagine is good. We'll see lol.

Italian Romeo

Santa Carla, California. The best summer spot in your opinion. Packing up your things and moving here for the summer was a good idea. Eventually, you got tired of the daytime action and decided to hang out at the boardwalk at night. That’s when he spotted you.

When Marko first laid eyes on you he saw you as nothing but a quick and easy tourist to make his meal but as he watched you more and more, his feelings changed. He was obsessed by the end of the night. It’s like you bewitched him without even a single glance. You didn’t notice him at first but as he continued to follow you every night, you picked up on his presence. You found it creepy at first but as time went on and you got used to being followed around by the blonde you found it almost comforting and sweet.

This leads us to the present—Marko in his room in the cave, which was littered with sketches of you. He kept drawing you but in his mind, every single piece was worse than the last. He wanted to have you sit in front of him so he had a reference. Dwayne was the first to notice the change in his brother’s behavior. Then Paul caught on, and finally David.

When David got wind of this information he kept himself from laughing his ass off. There was no way Marko had gotten caught up in matters of the heart, or so David thought. Until the evidence was shown to him, the drawings, a newly created nest away from the other boys, and Marko sitting on the couch trying to figure out how to approach you. David could only sigh at the sight in front of him.

Marko had figured out a plan. A concert was in town and he was sure you would go, he just knew it. When you didn’t the poor boy was heartbroken. It was almost like you had rejected him to his face. He hid away from the rest of the boys and only hunted alone for a few weeks before he caught sight of you again checking out a poster for the latest free event on the boardwalk. Marko’s heart was set on getting to actually talk to you at that event and he was determined to work up the courage to do so.

He tried his best honestly, he even made sure he didn’t smell like seawater. The sight before him crushed him completely. There you were, the girl of his dreams, talking to none other than his own brother, Paul. He sulked back over to his bike, the look on his face akin to a kicked puppy. His emotions were all over the place. He felt heartbroken, confused, and betrayed all at once.

When Paul walked over with you in tow it was all Marko could do not to punch Paul. That was until you passed Paul and came straight to him. He couldn’t believe his eyes, his undead heart skipped several beats before you finally reached out to touch his arm. He simply smiled at Paul silently thanking him.

“So you must be Marko, Paul’s told me so much.” You say. Your voice made Marko almost melt. “Yeah I am,” he says swallowing his fear and nerves. You smile, oh your smile, Marko swears you are an angel. “The lost puppy that's been following me for weeks. How about you and I go somewhere and make you not so lost.” you offer. “A date?” he asks you. Your response makes his knees go weak as you place a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah. A date.” You confirm. Marko is too dazed to actually answer and before you think he's rejecting you Paul steps in and agrees for his brother, once again saving his ass.

#marko #marko tlb #marko x reader #marko tlb x reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

[artist-issues]

People don’t seem to understand what makes fan content good. Not likeable necessarily, because likability is another thing. I mean, objectively good.

So I’ve decided to illustrate my point. (badly, because I’m a doodler not a pro) Let’s say this is my character, Snatch. He’s just a simple character: a rat who lives on the streets, avoiding humans and surviving. But as simple as he is, Snatch has two distinct character traits that make him “Snatch.” 

And these character traits define everything Snatch does. They are his Unbreakable Character Traits. For example, Snatch won’t jump into traffic to save neighborly  possums because he doesn’t like risking his own skin. He’s perfectly happy stealing from babies because that also gets him food without endangering the beloved skin.

The character traits can go deeper! Like when Snatch starts to make friends or like other people, it’s usually because he was getting something out of the relationship. For example, his very closest friend, Buster the Dog, is the only friend Snatch cares about because Buster makes him feel safe. 

So we can have adventures, and people can like my character very much, because no matter how deep or shallow the antics, he’s a consistent character. He’s always Snatch. And in my story, Snatch never grows past those particular flaws.

Now let’s say people like Snatch enough to make fan content about him. (Let’s say. Hypothetically.) They want more of Snatch! So they put him in new situations, wacky worlds, and even let him meet different characters.

Some of the new situations can even break some rules, and that’s okay, as long as the rules aren’t about who Snatch is.

For example:

Cyborg Snatch! (that’s cool! Maybe he escaped from a lab, and that’s why he’s so self-protective.)

See, even though a major part of Snatch has been broken—the fact that he is a regular rat with no close experience with humans—he still has an opportunity to remain Snatch. All the fan-content creator has to do is make sure Snatch’s Unbreakable Character Traits are incorporated into the cyborg story. And it has to be believable, in some sense. Maybe, like I said, Snatch is still concerned with protecting himself…but now he can do it with lasers! Or he’s still selfish, but he talks like a robot.  This way, fans of robots and fans of Snatch can have the best of both worlds. Snatch’s nastiness is still there, but you get to explore it from a new angle. You get to fall in love with his character all over again. That’s what fan-creators who really know the original and care about craft integrity LOVE about fan creations, and it’s what other fans search for, too. But there’s a dark side. When fan works just becomes Lazy Self-Service. And that happens when a character’s Unbreakable Character Traits are treated like easily-snapped old rubber bands. Unfortunately, I’m just the original creator. I can’t stop people from breaking Scratch’s Unbreakable Character Traits. They don’t really understand Snatch himself—or else, they don’t really like him for who he is. They would rather see a story about a rat who falls in love. Or maybe they want a story about a green rat who learns the value of selflessness and proves the haters wrong.  But they don’t do the work to move Snatch from a selfish coward to a selfless cutie. They don’t write Snatch into a believable scenario that would force him to learn from his mistakes and become a better rat. They don’t explain why he would ever grow out of caring for himself above all else. Instead, they simply plop a rat character into a dangerous situation, and have him save a baby mouse’s life…he willingly shares cheese with Buster…he comforts sad lady rats…and the fan-creator tells everyone that the hero rat doing all this is Snatch.

This goes for characters like Snatch, who are simple or purposely nasty, and more complex characters like Sherlock Holmes or Tony Stark. No matter how complex or simple, most characters (that are good enough to have a fan following) do have Unbreakable Character Traits. Things that make the character who they are. Things that should not be changed without lots of hard work and believable buildup to explain the change.

You see, much like real people, most characters need lots of experiences and hard knocks before they can change what makes them who they are. And if they do change those Unbreakable Character Traits, the fan creator will have to care more about the effort that it takes to understand a character and reproduce it faithfully…and care less about what makes them feel good to write without much hard work or risk.

So if you are making a story about Captain America, but he’s got trauma from losing his friends and can’t bring himself to rescue kids from a war zone because of it, then you’ve shattered one of his Unbreakable Character Traits: doing the right thing, especially when it’s hard for him. You’re not really making a story about Captain America anymore.

If you are making a story about Eddie Munson, but he’s a brave hearted warrior who takes Chrissy on a date to a fancy restaurant after beating up the whole basketball team, you’ve shattered his Unbreakable Character Traits: before the events of Stranger Things 4, Eddie Munson is afraid and runs from trouble, and he certainly doesn’t believe in conventional dates enough to spend money on a fancy restaurant. You’re not really making a story about Eddie Munson anymore. 

If you are making a story about Snatch the Rat, but he’s a cute little guy just looking to be accepted by his neighbors, you’ve shattered his Unbreakable Character Traits: Snatch doesn’t care about acceptance, he only cares about grub and shelter. You’re not really making a story about Snatch the Rat anymore.

I could go on and on. But the point is: instead of writing a story you want to see and lazily dragging established characters along when they don’t fit, just make up your own character! Or change the original, but show your work. Either way, work harder.

#fandom #fanart #fan service #remy #ratatouille #meta #snatch the rat #doodles #fan works #art #stranger things #marvel #fandom wars #avatar the last airbender #avatar #hunger games #eddie munson #sonic the hedgehog #how to train your dragon #doctor who #sherlock #supernatural #disney #pixar #writing tips #characterization #otp #character work #writing characters #writing

[ogdeville]

Clone High Theory:

Many of the clones aren't actually who they think they are, and that's why there's clone 'copies' between S1 and S2. Some of the new ones included.

My examples: Topher Bus, The Freida's, Joan of Arc, and Ghengis Kahn.

1) Topher Bus doesn't look much like Christopher Columbus (CC) did at his age, and there's a difference in core personality traits.

At Topher's age CC was actually quite tall for his era at 5'7. With modern medicine, nutrition, etc- he would likely be equally tall as, or taller, than JFK. (but not as tall as Abe)

CC also didn't become a Brunette until later in his life (only to go pure white at 30) with light colored hair in his youth.

What they do have correct is his curly hair, nose, and skin tone. (CC was described as having a 'Ruddy Pallor' and 'burned easily in the sun. Likely he had some kind of Rosacea. They're both cave dwellers.)

The core personality traits that are different between them:

CCs core personality trait was Greed. he was a self serving person who was superficially charming, good in social situations, and had a lust for wealth and extravagance.

They share self serving behavior, elitism, egoism, superiority-inferiority complexes, and nearly all men back then had mommy issues and Topher definitely does.

However Topher completely lacks social skills, any kind of socially acceptable charm, and while he is self serving he isn't as quick to opportunistic risk. He needs more time to weigh things. He COULD have not attempted to save Abe from continually shooting himself in the foot verbally the first time they met. Why? in order to make a new social pariah, or shift focus off of himself. Make a new public enemy #1, be the first to call him out openly and attempt to make himself look good. Instead his first instinct was to try and save Abe from the same fate he suffered. (Suffered being generous; but they are mentally torturing him with asylums and angry possums so I'm giving him a handicap.)

It wasn't until later he felt he could take a risk on Abe. Both in trying to socialize with him, and in blackmailing- sorry, WHITE LEVERAGING- him. He had to be sure it would work rather than sail across the Atlantic.

His choice in aesthetics (Topher being minimalistic and CC being maximalistic) may be part of him actively distancing himself from CC, but there is also that to consider. He seems to enjoy cramped spaces. Topher's core traits are anxiety, and rage which have led to bitterness. Quite frankly, he's a whiner who doesn't actually want to DO anything, just bitch about it unless the effort it takes is truly minimalistic, or if he can remain anonymous.

It's very possible since CCs remains were moved 3 or 4 times, over long distances, since 1509 when they were moved for the first time from Valladolid to the Monasterio de la Cartuja.

2) There are several clone copies but none more dramatic in change and status than Frida. Why would he clone a duplicate that looked so drastically different? Because the first Frida wasn't the right one. This seems fairly simple.

It is possible that the first Frida he cloned was a Frida Kahlo impersonator and being as scattered as he is- he dug up the impersonator by mistake, only to correct it later with the new batch of clones. Just leaving the old Frida frozen like Ghandi and wiping her from their memories.

Frida had to be a copy by time overlap.

(I can picture a scene of Mr. B very unceremoniously saying 'I told you so' while digging up the correct body.)

3) Joan of Arc was burned at stake. There were no actual physical remains to bury or do anything with at all. The heat would have destroyed everything useable even if she hadn't burned to the bone.

There is no way for Joan to be the actual Joan of Arc. Likely there was a chapel that claimed to have a reliquary or lock of hair belonging to Joan of Arc which was counterfeit and likely belonged to a young woman who simply looked like her.

She also WOULD be hearing voices by now that don't come from a retainer. Joan of Arc was very obviously schizophrenic (assuming she believed she was hearing the voice of God and not just claiming it) Joan is currently at/past the age it would have begun to manifest. So far the only emotional or instability she's shown was in response to aggression, and sleep rejection. Why she didn't want to sleep is a mystery still. She seems to have a lot of mind-body problems like Silly Legs, but not hallucinations or voices. So she may have mental issues, but I don't think they are the same. If she started hearing voices for real shed reject all medication so there's no way she's managing it herself. Likely her clonemother had mental problems which led to further belief that whoever they got the DNA from was Joan. Additionally, quite a few people claimed to be Joan of Arc shortly after her death.

[side note: I don't believe they genetically altered the clones in any purposeful way. Abraham Lincolns signature height, lankiness, large nose, and hands/feet were the result of Marfan Syndrome. Since his appearance is unchanged, it stands that he also has Marfan Syndrome. This means JFK has Addison's Disease as well. So I don't think they 'snipped' that part out if it was present.]

4) Ghengis Kahn wasn't a mouth breathing idiot, he was a savvy military leader able to defeat armies far larger than his own. He would have fucking DOMINATED that maze. Not mention just be... Y'know... Smarter in general. Like I feel as if this doesn't need to be said??? That's not him. No way.

Ghengis Kahn asked to be buried without any sign or markings, though it's generally believed to be somewhere near the sacred Burkahn Khaldun in the Khentii Mountains of Mongolia: which are heavily regulated with even the Soviet Union leaving it undisturbed due to the symbolic importance of the site to the natives of Mongolia.

It is more than likely he cloned a falsified artifact, or had to scramble so hard to avoid the authorities that shoot on sight, he took the first large male body he found.

Summary: considering Scudworths self admitted incompetence when it comes to keeping track of DNA samples. He ended up cloning himself over and over again on accident while trying to clone Wesley bc he couldn't even keep the hairs straight.

I have no doubt in my mind that at least half the Clones in Clone High aren't the right person/ not who they think they are. There might even be some mislabelings or mix ups with switched identities. Mr.B wasn't part of the process until after he made his first batch of clones as we saw him holding Joan's test tube, so he wasn't there to keep Scudworth even somewhat organized.

What are your thoughts?

#joan clone high #clone high theory #clone high frida #clone high topher #clone high Ghengis #clone high Scudworth #topher bus #joan of arc #ghengis kahn #Frida Kahlo #clone high fandom #clone high #frida #Cinnamon Scudworth #hes such an erratic idiot would you really put it past him? #Mr B is tired of Mr Bullshit

[nottapossum]

Itty Bitty Sinners 1.11

Possum: Sorry for the late update guys! Family stuff was going on and I got burnt out 🥲I've been struggling to write!But I hope it's okay anyway. It's just wrapping things up, nothing too exciting I don't think.Anywayzzz!

TW: Cursing, Valentino, hidden regression, hidding ones emotions, self doubt, OCD, pressure, sadness, anxiety, panic attacks, (only mentioned) and jazzy jazz jazz song 🎵 😀Lmk if I should add.

~~~Alastor and Niffty:~~~

Alastor returns to his room and gently shakes Niffty awake. “Niffty? Darling, you need to wake up.” Niffty wines. “Mmm why?” She asks. 

“Because you need to go to sleep, it's late.” Alastor says. “It's time for mouselings to be in bed.” 

“I'll sleep here.” Niffty says simply, as if she just solved a problem.

Alastor scoffs. “How very generous of you to offer up my bed to yourself; here's a counter offer: go to your room and sleep there.” Alastor tells her sternly.

Niffty rejects the offer. “No thank you, I want to stay here.”

“And where exactly do you expect me to sleep tonight?” Alastor asks her. 

Niffty shifts slightly and gestures next to her. “There's lots of room!” 

“My, you are so generous, Niffty.” Alastor rolls his eyes. 

Niffty hums. “Alastor?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Is Angel okay?” She asks.

“Angel is fine. I promise.” He says. 

“I'm sorry I stole the papers.” She says. 

“It's alright, dear. You didn't know what they were, did you?” Alastor asks.

Niffty shakes her head. “But I stole.”

“We're in hell, Niffty. There are greater sins.” Alastor says, sitting at his desk to write a letter. 

“Do you think Angel is mad at me?” Niffty asks. 

“Perhaps.” Alastor says, dipping his pen in ink. “But, he'll get over it.” 

“Alastor?” Niffty asks. 

“Yes, dear?” Alastor sighs, turning to her. 

“Can I please bother you just a bit longer?” She asks. “I was alone all day, I don't want to be alone anymore.”

Alastor pauses…

Niffty doesn't bother him. A part of him hates that she thinks that.

But it's better than her thinking he loves her or something. 

He hates to think he just abandoned her all day. He does care for the little mouse.

“Alright, you win. You can stay here tonight, I'll figure something out.” He says, seeming genuine.

“Will you read me a story?” Niffty asks. 

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Alastor asks her. “You had a long day. You need sleep.”

“Please?” Niffty begs. “I want to read babymouse!”

Alastor sighs. Of course she does. 

Alastor hated himself for this, but he felt as if he owed her this. 

He summons the book, and he sits beside Niffty to read it to her:

“Introducing babymouse; A sassy young mouse…

With an attitude problem.”

Niffty crawls onto his lap, happily listening to the story and looking at the pictures. “Hey!” She says, reading babymouse's text with a laugh. 

Graphic novels are strange in Alastor's opinion, but he reads on: “She dreams of becoming queen of the world…but would settle for an invite to Felicia Furrypaws’ slumber party.”

“I never been to a slumber party, have you, Alastor?” Niffty asks. 

“Can't say I have.” Alastor says. Unless staying at his aunts’ house when he was a child counts.

“No one liked me, so they never invited me to play.” Niffty says. 

Alastor's ears fall, but his smile remains. 

He doesn't understand how someone couldn't adore Niffty. She's a remarkable companion.

“Keep reading!” Niffty demands. 

“Apologies,” Alastor says, continuing the story. 

“Will Babymouse be invited? Will her best friend forgive her if she misses their monster movie marathon? Find out in Babymouse, queen of the world.” Alastor hums. “Few books have a synopsis before the actual book.” 

“What does Babymouse say?” Niffty asks, as if they haven't read this book a million times before. 

Alastor reads Babymouse's dialogue: “You could always just take a peek at the end of the book.” 

Alastor reads the narrators’ reply:  “That would be cheating, babymouse.” 

“You're supposed to do voices!” Niffty complains. 

“You know I don't do voices.” Alastor says to her. 

“Can you try?” Niffty asks. “It's more fun that way.” 

Alastor sighs. “Alright, alright.” 

He continues reading, doing his best to make his voice higher and lower so every character could sound different. 

Niffty eventually falls asleep…and Alastor doesn't have the heart to move her. 

So he stays and pets her head gently as she sleeps soundly. 

~~~Vaggie and Charlie: The next day~~~

“Well…yesterday sure was really something.” Charlie says. “I think it's a good thing this happened, breaking some walls down. In order to get to Angel's core.” She says. “I just hope I didn't break too many walls.” 

“I wouldn't worry about it. He seems fine.” Vaggie says. “I'm sorry I lashed out at him.”

“I know you were just being protective.” Charlie says. “I appreciate it. You've always been there for me. But, I can take care of myself, you know.”

“I know. But, you don't have to anymore.” Vaggie says. 

Charlie smiles and tries not to cry…

Thinking about how alone she felt before she met her wonderful girlfriend. 

Vaggie smiles at Charlie, too, but she doesn't dwell on the moment. “So, hey, I was looking over the test answers…as it turns out Alastors’ test isn't the only test with unanswered questions.”

Charlie tilts her head. “What do you mean?” 

“Take a quick glance through Niffty's answers.” Vaggie hands Charlie Niffty's test.

Charlie takes it and starts to look through it… “oh. Wow.”

Half the test was just scribbles of nothingness - 

She automatically assumed Niffty's test was unreadable because of her…peculiar nature. But, it looks like Niffty purposely sabotaged every other answer. 

“Why would she purposefully sabotage her test?” Charlie asks. 

“I mean, it's not exactly easy to admit when you're a regressor, you know?” Vaggie asks. “You're basically admitting that sometimes you need help. That's not an easy thing to ask for.”

Charlie nods. “Yeah…trust me, I get that. Do you think we should talk to Niffty about this?” 

“You're asking me?” Vaggie asks. 

“Of course, I go overboard sometimes. You're a lot better at understanding boundaries. It’s the balance I need.” 

Vaggie considers it. “Well, it can't hurt to talk to her. Maybe there's something more going on. Like with Angel.” Vaggie says. 

“Angel! Right. I have to give him his test, and then we can talk to Niffty together. Sound good?” Charlie asks.

Vaggie nods. “Sure, why not?”

~~~Pentious, Angel, and Husk:~~~

Angel and Husk were helping Pentious rebuild his Lego set. 

“Sssso, none of you care if I'm a little or not? You don't think it's…weird?” Pentious asks them. 

“That would be awfully hypocritical, don't you think?” Angel asks. “Considering I'm also a regressor?”

“We're friends, Pen.” Husk adds. “Of course, I think you're weird.” 

Pentious isn't sure what Husk means by that. He and Angel both look at him. 

“In the best way possible.” Husk adds to reassure them both. 

“I was worried what you both may think about it.” Pentious admits. “Especially when I don't know what to think about it myself.” 

“You don't need to be ashamed of who you are, Pen.” Husk says. “If regressing helps you, or it just makes you happy, then it's great, and you should be proud of yourself for doing it.” Husk says, trying to be encouraging. He's not used to lifting people up. 

Pentious smiles. 

“Yeah, also, trust me, there's way worse things out there than enjoying toys and cartoons as an adult.” Angel adds. “There's nothing you can tell me that would make me think less of you. So don't worry so much about it.” 

Pentious nods. “Thank you.” 

Angel doesn't want to continue this awkward conversation, so he changes the subject. “So, this is what you do while regressing? Build small buildings?” Angel asks, placing a few pieces onto the structure.

“Well, yes. Sometimes. It's fun and relaxing.” Pentious says. 

“And annoying, I've done this page five times!” Angel complains. “How can you possibly relax with this?” 

“Perhaps you need a less complicated set, I'm sure they make some meant for smaller children.” Pentious mocks. 

Husk chuckles, and Angel rolls his eyes. 

But Angel finds himself smiling. He sorta missed being in a trio like this…it was comforting. 

“What do you do when you regress?” Pentious asks him. 

Angel tenses. “Uhh, well-” 

“Angel, everything is set up for you…if you're ready.” Charlie tells him.

Angel looks at Charlie and nods. “Okay, I'll be there in a second.” 

Charlie gives him a thumbs up and heads to her office. 

Thank Satan, Angel wasn't sure he was ready to talk about his little self's hobbies of watching peppa Pig and crying himself to sleep. 

Angel gets up off the floor to walk to Charlie's office when Husk stops him by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, good luck.”

Angel smiles. “Thanks, Husk.”

“The test is relatively easy. There's nothing to fear.” Pentious tells him. 

Angel smiles at Pentious and walks over to Charlie's office. 

Once the door closes, Charlie asks: “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, Angel?”

Angel nods. “I mean, you already know I regress. What's the harm in it?” He asks.

Plus, he felt it was only fair. Maybe actually taking the test could help them forgive him? Proving he's actually serious about this redemption stuff? 

“If you're sure.” She shrugs.

 She hands him a piece of paper. “Here’s the test. If you have any questions, just let me know, okay?” 

Angel nods. “Alright.”

Charlie has printed out another test. She picks it up and smiles at him. “Call me if you need anything.” 

And with that, she leaves him alone to his test…

He looks at the first question...

‘What's your gender?’

Da fuck? 

 Who could possibly have an answer for that!? 

~~~Niffty and Charlie:~~~~

Alastor and Niffty had a late start that morning, so Niffty felt way behind on cleaning!

She had so much to do! 

So much to clean!

She's gotta clean! 

Gotta clean everything!!

“Niffty!”

Niffty looks behind her to find a smiling Charlie. 

“There you are! Would you mind if Vaggie and I talked to you about something?” She asks. 

Niffty nods and follows her wordlessly. 

What could she possibly want? 

What did she do? 

Was this about yesterday? 

Oh no! 

They're going to kick her out!

They can't do that! 

Only Alastor can kick her out! And he would never do that!

“Charlie?” Niffty asks nervously as they make it to the princesses bedroom. 

“Yeah?” 

“Am I in trouble?” Niffty asks. 

“Oh no, not at all.” Charlie promises. “We just want to talk about the classification test, okay? You're not in any trouble.” 

Niffty nods. “Mmm. Okay. I guess.” Niffty says, feeling a little anxious. 

“We have a feeling that maybe you weren't a hundred percent honest on the test.” Vaggie says. 

Niffty frowns. "Hm?" 

“It's okay, we just want to know why you wouldn't answer some of the questions.” Charlie says. "Half of them are either scribbles or completely blank." 

Niffty shifted in her seat awkwardly. “I- you, you can't know…" she mumbles. 

“Can't know what?” Charlie asks.

“You'll hate me…and think I'm weird! Like they all did!” Niffty says sadly. 

“We already think you’re weird.” Vaggie says.

“But we care so much for you. We want to take care of you.” Charlie says. “Don't you want someone to take care of you?” 

Niffty shrugs. “But that's my job.” She says.

“What?”

“To take care of things.” She says. “It's my job…right?” 

Charlie frowns. “Niffty, everyone needs being taken care of sometimes. You deserve to be taken care of too.” She says. 

Niffty frowns. “But…I can't be the mess!" She whines. 

"The...mess?" Charlie asks.

Niffty nods. "I take care of the mess, I can't be the mess!” 

"You're not a mess, Niffty." Charlie says. "You don't have to take the test if you don't want to...but we would never think less of you if you're classified as something different. We love you just the way you are." 

Niffty looks up at her. "Really?" 

"Of course." Charlie says. "This hotel wouldn't be the same without your creative and clenly nature." 

Niffty smiles. 

“How about this, we can go over the test together, no matter what happens, we will not think of you any differently. We love you and no matter what it says, it'll stay that way.” She promises. 

Niffty nods. “Okay.”

She trusted them. 

She just hopes that's not a mistake. 

~~~Everyone: Later~~~

Husk is cleaning glasses at the bar while Pentious and Angel are waiting in the main room. 

Angel keeps getting up, pacing anxiously, then sitting back down. He can't seem to sit still. 

“Are you alright, Angel?” Pentious asks.

“I'm fine.” He says, his voice irritated, he can’t seem to calm his fucking nerves!

So, Husk, noticing this, does something in an attempt to distract Angel. 

He turns on the radio: “I've got you, under my skin.” The radio sings. 

“I've got you deep in the heart of me.” Husk starts to sing along. “You're so deep in my heart, you're really a part of me. I've got you under my skin.” ~ 

Angel stops pacing and looks over at Husk.

“I've tried so, not to give in. I've said to myself, this affair never will go so well.” Husk continued, looking at Angel with a smile and a wink. 

“But why should I try to resist, darling I know so well?” Angel starts singing along. 

“I've got you, under my skin.” Angel and Husk sing at the same time.

Pentious smiles at the two, not familiar with this song, but finds the two entertaining. 

Alastor walks downstairs with Niffty following him. 

Alastor smiles brighter, deciding to interrupt their little duet. “I'd sacrifice anything come what might. For the sake of havin' you near, in spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night

And repeats- repeats in my ear.” ~  

Husk offers his hand to Angel who takes it so they start dancing. 

Husk continues to sing, more so to Angel. “Don't you know, little fool, you never can win? Use your mentality, wake up to reality!” 

“But each time that I do just the thought of you

makes me stop before I begin.” Angel sings next.

Charlie and Vaggie walk out of the office with the results. 

“Cause I've got you under my skin!” All three guys sing. 

“Guys, be careful. Your 1900s are showing.” Vaggie mocks. 

“Hey, don't blame us because your music isn't as good as ours.” Angel says. 

“I always forget how young you all are.” Pentious says.

Alastor scoffs. “For your information, I died in the 1930s.” Alastor says, offended. 

“I died in the 1880s.” Pentious says, one-upping Alastor who glares at him like a child. 

“Mid to late 1940s… I think?” Angel adds. “Death was a little blurry.” 

“1970s for me.” Husk says. 

“So, I'm the oldest among you all?” Pentious asks. 

“I was seventy when I died.” Husk says. 

“That hardly counts.” Angel says. “We're practically the same age.” 

“What year were you born?” Husk asks.

“19….uhhhh.” Angel tried doing the math…it was so long ago! 

“How old were you when you died?” Husk asks.

“Thirty something?” Angel guessed. 

“So, you would have been born around the 1910s. I was born in the early 1900s. That's a ten year age gap.” 

“Well…I've been hell longer than you.” Angel says, crossing his arms. 

“How is that relevant?” Husk asks. 

“I have more experience!” Angel explains. 

Husk scoffs. “Please.” 

“I hate to break up this very interesting conversation, but we got both your test results.” Charlie says. 

Angel stands up as she hands him and Niffty each an envelope. 

Angel takes it and takes a deep breath.

Pentious and Husk look at him, then look away. 

Alastor's eyes were only on Niffty, smiling genuinely to comfort her.

Angel rips open the envelope…

“You want some space?” Husk asks. 

Angel shakes his head. “No, I know all of your results, I trust you to know mine.” 

The two smile as Angel opens the envelope and looks through it. 

“Well?” Pentious asks. 

“Seventy percent Little, thirty percent Guardian.” 

Niffty runs over to Angel: “Angel, Angel, Angel! Open mine! Open mine next!!”

Angel takes the envelope from her. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm, what does it say- read it!” She tells him.

“Okay,” Angel opens Niffty's letter. “It says you're fifty percent a pet regressor and fifty percent a Handler. 

“Is that good?” Niffty asks. 

Alastor pets her head. “It’s perfect, My dear.”

“Who knew our favorite Handler was also a little pet regressor?” Charlie says, smiling at Niffty who was also smiling back.

“Well, that's no surprise.” Alastor says. “I've been taking care of the little rat for years.” 

“Wait wait wait- what?” Vaggie asks him.

“What did you just call her?” Charlie asks. 

Alastor thinks for a moment. “...Rat.”

“She's a mouse regressor?!” Charlie asks, gasping. 

“Charlie, remember what I said about going crazy about little ones?” Vaggie asks. 

“That's so cute!” Charlie says in awe. 

Niffty smiles! 

This was her home, where she belongs!

No one was going to judge her again.

Angel's phone goes off, which causes everyone to look at him. 

Angel looks at who it is…and sure enough.

It's fucking Val.

Ange ignores the call and looks up at the worried faces that surround him.

Angel chuckles awkwardly. “Potential spam.” He lies and everyone seems relieved. 

…

~~~Angel:~~~

Throughout the day, Angel's phone continues to go off: 

‘Angel! Answer your phone!’ 

‘Angel, baby. Why didn't you show up for work today? Are you alright? You know how I worry.’

‘Angel, you'd better be at work tomorrow or so help me, I will make you pay for it!’

Val's texts don't stop…

His phone goes off again and again.

Tomorrow is really going to suck!

He looks over at the others, laughing and talking…

Val can do whatever he wants. He can have tomorrow, but Angel has today!

~~~The hotel: Even Later~~~

“Okay, everyone. I brought you all here because I have something new and fun for you all!” Charlie announces. She gathered (dragged) everyone to the main room, so excited she's finally able to introduce them to the next step!

“These are regression journals! I made them especially for each of you! Inside you will find some super cool prompts, activities, and mood trackers! These can be especially helpful for your caregivers- for those who have them I mean.”

Charlie opens her own journal to show them what's inside: 

“On the top you will write your name and the date, and down here you will answer these questions so we'll get a good idea of your progress and how you're feeling. The daily mood tracker for example:” 

“I am ____ years old today.

Today I (action, explain your day):

Today I'm feeling: 

I want ___ to know:”

“Now, this can be anyone.” Charlie explains further. “A friend, a caregiver, another little. If you're having trouble communicating, sometimes writing something down is easier, for example: if I'm the one writing in the journal. I can write, I want Vaggie to know that I love her. Or I want Vaggie to know that I want to be held.” 

"We have also provided some personalized stickers in case anyone is too little to write down how they're feeling, but feel free to ask me or Charlie if you ever need help.” Vaggie explains, showing them the stickers.

“There are also super fun activities inside! Coloring pages, worksheets, and some grounding techniques for help with anxiety and panic attacks, and a guide to help you regress if you need it.” Charlie explains. 

Pentious's journal was decorated in gear and dog stickers, smiling faces, and small doodles Charlie must have drawn on. 

Niffty's was decorated in mouse stickers, it was covered in glitter and small positive messages from Charlie. 

And Angel's was covered in hearts, piggy stickers, and pink glow in the dark spider webs. 

The three of them looked over their journals, while Vaggie answered the million questions Niffty had about it.

Charlie smiles as walks upstairs and knocks on Alastor's door. 

When she doesn't get an answer right away, she was going to just leave her gift and 

“Charlie?” Alastor asks, opening the door at last. “Can I help you, my dear?”

He was probably in  his woods or something.

Charlie hands him the journal. “This is for you.”

Alastor hesitates, but he takes it.

‘Alastor's regression journal.’

Alastor rolls his eyes. “This is very kind, Charlie. But I don't-” 

“I want you to keep it. Even if you're not a little.” Charlie says to him. “If you don't like it, just don't use it.”

Alastor looks over the journal, but he doesn't open it. 

He doesn't need it. 

“But if you do regress,” Charlie continues, “keep it close to you, you don't have to share it with anyone you don't want to.” She says. “But, you can always share with me if you want to. I'm always here for you if you need me.”

Alastor sighs. “Charlie-”

“Don't say anything!” Charlie says. “I'm going back downstairs, we never had this conversation.” 

Charlie turns away and walks downstairs without another word. 

Alastor tilted his head at her, but said nothing as he was asked. He walks back into his room with a sigh. 

He never should have taken that test- the hell was he thinking? 

Well, he was regressed at the time,thinking it was some hilarious joke. 

He shoves the small notebook in a drawer, he'll never need it! 

~~~Alastor:~~~

Name: Alastor

“I am ‘don't know’  years old today. Today I (action, explain your day): 

Smiled all day long, ate a deer, and magict!

Today I'm feeling: Sad. But only inside. Outside I'm happy as a lark.

I want 'Rosie' to know: I miss you. 

His shadow smiled, looking down. At the journal entry. 

Alastor just hopes he can show Rosie soon! She'd really like this! 

:)

♤

♡

♧

'Don't you know, little foolYou never can winWhy not use your mentalityStep up, wake up to realityBut each time I do just the thought of youMakes me stop just before I begin'Cause I've got you under my skinYes, I've got you under my skin.' ~Cole Porter

Part 1 is complete! 🎉Part 2 will be focused on Angel, Niffty, and Clara! I hope you're all as excited as me!I've had the idea for the journals for years! It was part of a draft in my old sander sides fanfic! I loved the idea but didn't end up finishing the book. So, I used it here too.

@todayimfour @babiegurlmuffin @ask-dusty-boy @im-not-paying-my-taxes @trophyxtissues2 @abby5577

#ittybittysinners #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #Mouse regressor Niffty #Pet regressor Niffty #Little!Alastor

[evilhasnever]

okay so i know you asked this on twitter but.

i think jgy would be one of those insane people that triple majors (accounting, business management economics, political science), which is even more insane because not only does he graduate early (with honors), he was working the whole time too. AND taking internships. there had to have been some kind of witchcraft involved because nobody knows how he did it.

after he graduates i think he gets a job somewhere he interned, and bounces around a bit until he finds somewhere willing to pay for an MBA program, and then a few years later goes to law school.

um. yeah. i just think jgy picks up certifications and degrees like a possum picks up ticks. ANYTHING that could be useful at some point.

like a possum picks up ticks

You're absolutely on the money, I agree that he'd at least double major while doing three part time jobs, I am only a little torn on which major would be the most business-oriented but also have the most longterm societal impact... and I do think that is law?

I am just invested in JGY being pragmatic in his choice but also thinking about the future. He's not just in it for the money (although there is nothing wrong with that!) but he isn't going to pick a track that has no real world use... and most people will simply assume he just wants to become a rich corporate lawyer, but he is thinking beyond that.

#askbox #jgy tag #this is not even particularly central in the fic I am writing but I #need to know for flavor

[jimintomystery]

Getting to okay

A lot of people on here seem confused by Sylvie's motivations, and why she's upset with Loki, so let's recap.

Loki's character arc in Season 1 is pretty clear. He started out wanting a throne--to rule over Asgard, then Earth, and finally the Sacred Timeline. Meeting Sylvie upends all that, and for the first time he finds he's less interested in grabbing power than making sure someone else is okay. After meeting He Who Remains, Loki believes all of reality is in great danger (which would make Sylvie not okay) so he's prepared to make hard choices to confront that threat. Instead of chasing the glory of taking the throne, he's accepting the duty of protecting the realm.

Sylvie's character arc in Season 1 is less direct, seen mainly from Loki's point of view. She's introduced to raise the question "Is our version of Loki the superior Loki?" Sylvie outwits Loki a few times, but her backstory and even her name emphasize that she's not a Loki, and this isn't the horn-measuring contest we expected. She's clearly touched when Loki declares "all I want is for you to be okay." But her response addresses the original question--Sylvie is not Loki. All she wants is to be rid of the TVA, even if that means she will not "be okay."

With all this in mind, the conflict between Loki and Sylvie in Season 2 makes sense. Loki is gradually taking on more leadership in the TVA, because he doesn't know any other way to avoid the apocalyptic time war that He Who Remains warned of. But Sylvie's never known anything except apocalypse and time war, thanks to Loki's TVA buddies. For her, anything better than "eating a possum's face" or "being in ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ" is a step up. So of course she's happy working at McDonald's. Of course she hates seeing Loki becoming more and more like He Who Remains, whether he realizes it or not. Of course it won't impress her that Loki is trying to clean up the "mess" she made, or that he's doing it for her sake.

It's easy to take Loki's side in this conflict, because he's doing what we expect the protagonist in a superhero story to do. We know Sylvie can't simply run away from this crisis, and we know Loki probably won't turn into the kind of evil time lord he's trying to stop. But it's simplistic to decide Loki is right and therefore Sylvie's position can be dismissed. She still has a point, and Loki needs to hear her out. It's the only way he can avoid making the mistakes He Who Remains made. And it's the only way he can help her be okay, which (as previously established) is all he really wants.

#loki #loki series #loki show #loki season 2 #here's loki starring lokille ball co-starring gale gordon and loki arnaz #sylvie #sylvie laufeydottir

[plenilune]

hello friends! I used to be Guy Who Does Nothing Ever for like the better part of ten years and now I'm become Guy Whose Schedule Is Too Packed (Good Way)? anyway I miss you and here and also I hate mobile tumblr but it would be so much easier to use tumblr and like chill here in a fun social way if my computer situation were not so dire that I am perpetually harnessed to my desk where the shitty desktop Corey liberated from work (managers thought it was broken bc they're too generationally wealthy to have really sat down and reckoned with bad technology before; it's just a really shit Acer) when I wish to do, non-phone things. anyway, recently I have accidentally unlocked some type of overall beneficial mania I am trying to ride out gently but that has made me become Make Stuff As Part Of My Identity and also have a lot of emotions all the time. I bought a big rolling craft cart (twice the size of the Michaels ones) off Facebook Marketplace for fifteen bucks and then Corey and I had breakfast-lunch (it deffo wasn't brunch) at a diner in the neighbourhood where our combined meals with sides and coffees totaled like sixteen dollars before tip. (this is detectivecore.) also I've started painting tshirts and I may take up the bass. I don't know who I am or what is happening too me but I am riding it all the way to the end of the goddamn track, okay!!!!!!! maybe I'm just better now!!! maybe I love to be alive!!!!!!! I've spent more of my life more or less passively suicidal than I have, not being that, since my early teens so this is like, okay. sure. nice. what. let's fucking go

anyway not to brag but to tell my isolated teenage self -- my isolated mid-twenties self! -- that fuck it, life can be great and weird and big someday even if you feel like it's too late to get in on it, my calendar for this week includes

goth/industrial drag king night at my favourite local queer bar

if I convince myself it's worth it to call in sick to work to go see HOUSE (1977) on the big screen and maybe sell some stuff to make up the lost income (money is tight lately), I will, uh, go see HOUSE (1977) on the big screen at my favourite local cinema. you may know about it, coincidentally. recently it advertised Oppenheimer's sexual proclivities and went viral about it, which made me very proud.

oh it's ~employee appreciation week~ at work this week and Saturday is uhhhh sports day when everyone is encouraged to wear sport, clothing, or whatever. well I participate in one sport (cycling) and consume another (...........Formula 1) and can't afford a Bianchi logo shirt on short notice, so I may simply have to paint a shirt with checkered flags and the legend FASTEST LAP. you know. for normal and wholesome reasons. to wear to work.

[mumble mumble might have a make stuff and make out date with a hot possum-in-human-guise I know who gave me a chicken bone as a token the last time we hooked up]

anyway hello friends! I MISSED YOU. let's take this one from the top.

#the diary #i am a ridiculous person

[moonchild-writes]

lowkey wanna make an x-men / child's play crossover simply so olivia and jake can be found family because god fucking forbid they both suffer with immense daddy problems and trauma alone.

like liv would be the best mom to jake because she knows what it's like to feel so out of place and alone due to who you are (albeit she's a super soldier created to destroy and kill and he's just an ostracized queer kid who needs a strong community to love and cherish him) and also i feel like everything charles xavier taught liv would make her a great parent.

she literally lives by the saying "never give up on someone who's lost their way, especially if it's someone you love" because that's that the professor always told her when he would tell her stories of when he and erik were still close.

plus the idea that liv would just be the perfect thwart to chucky is HILARIOUS to me. like he'd try to kill her the first time and she pulls a "dead possum" move just to give him a taste of his own medicine by popping out of nowhere and being like "OOGILY BOOGILY BITCH!"

long story short; if i make a child's play / x-men crossover (as well as with heroes nbc because that's just so tightly ingrained in olivia's story that i fucking refuse to remove it and not even god can make me) then we all know it's because i LOVE LOVE LOVE found family stories.

and the idea of liv and andy being forced to work together but simultaneously hating each other for no other reason other than andy finds her unbearable and olivia finds him ridiculous is amazing. i just know eventually they'd become great friends, but andy hates her because she punches and claws her way through everything and she hates him because he's too overly cautious for her liking. literally bffs in the making.

also dad peter petrelli to jake is really fucking cute to me because i know pete would just be the best dad whether it's through blood or not. like pete would 100% try to connect with jake at any costs and would try and relate to him through shared interests. also peter feels like the kinda dude who'd be like "woo gays, gay it up" unironically because he wants to be supportive so so badly but is also lowkey a lil confused. def not bigoted because i could never imagine peter discriminating against anybody for their sexuality, gender, race, or anything like that. he's just a very very straight italian man who wants to connect with his foster son.

i just want to force this concept down everyone's throat now and i will never stop until i've done so :)

#i apologize for the ramble #i finally watched the chucky series in full #or at least to what's been released so far #and i just absolutely fell in love with jake #and i want the best for him #as well as lexy and devon #these kids are my lifeline bro #and liv would be such a good mom to jake #also a huge momma bear too #like she'd beat tf outta a bitch for even uttering a single homophobic slur for funsies #x men 2000 #x men comics #x men movies #x men #x men oc #x men evolution #heroes nbc #nbc heroes #heroes #chucky #child's play #olivia hope howlett #jake wheeler #peter petrelli #ramble #rambles #crossover concept #au #alternate universe #crossover

[dc-polls]

Part 17 - DC Madlib Adventures

"Holy shit that disgusting Arby's made it so I can shapeshift?! This is amazing!"

Jason's eyes went wide with surprise as he held up his hands in front of them. They bent and splintered, morphing into feathers, his arms elongating into giant wings that stuck through the bars of the teacup ride cage.

Then he shrunk down very small, about the size of a possum, and turned himself a peach color. He had become a silky anteater just like his captor-turned-good. The actual anteater squeaked a sound of approval as Jason fit through the bars of the cage and returned to his normal shape once freed.

"Alright, can't keep this gem to myself," Jason said. He picked up the bowl full of half eaten sandwiches and went over to Tim's teacup. He reached inside and yanked Tim, still unconscious, up to the bars and shoved a chunk of roast beef into his mouth.

"Eat up little buddy."

It took a moment, but miraculously Tim did wake up. And when he did he looked around in shock.

"I.. I feel strange, what did you..." he said, trailing off when he realized he could change his body.

Satisfied that the shape shifting powers were also taking effect for Tim, Jason nodded. He changed his fists into huge blocks and used them to smash the door of the cage open, freeing him.

"Overkill," Tim said simply, and stepped out. He gestured to Bane. "What about sleeping beauty?"

Next

#dc-polls-madventure #dc-polls-madventure-17

[cornus27florida]

Just 'some' CPC future HCs according to Seasons

As I used to say that CPC is the only webtoon that I wish have many spin off episodes, if want to tell in orders then what I wish to happened (as now we're likely at the end of the Autumn now which feels like ready to be winter anytime). These moments feels like a perfect spin-off materials 0.0

CPC in Winter

The Dealing (like conclusion) for the Omniscient Clam & Frederick inititated to CPC as way to eases his recurring nightmares

-> If the Clam actually a cursed artifact that can't be negotiated, I want CPC members to destroy it with their curse (like simply make Aurelia vomit on it?)

-> but if they could be negotiated, I somehow think 'switching "power" spell' could works between Nell and the Clam (as both have premonition abilities) - this make the Clam weakened (it didn't have all knowledge of the word, only future ones as bad omens) and will 'dying' when it's time come [as not prolongig it's life again with it's asker life force - if that theory becomes true] while Nell gaining knowledges that limited to curses-cures which helping CPC members that want to be free from their curse - with kinda ridiculous rules like only at the start of the month etc - but at least Nell didn't need to suck out anyone life's force

-> Frederick isn't left unscathed with all pains and mental tortures that he experienced espc during the time he got imprisonment, and have recurring nightmares daily at the CPC which make him both so embarassed and horrified to everyone. CPC planning him a slumber party where he finally could get his peace, hugging his inner child and could sleep peacefully as he let go painful things at the past

CPC in Spring

Maria's first public recital at the Pastel plaza (Spring time) & Frederick+Leopold+Jamie 'secretly' making a movement to improve the quality of cursed people life

-> one thing that I forgor between winter-spring: Leopold fixing all 'scary looking' Lilyth/Leelathea's potrait (espc if the theory that Lilyth still in this word as lingering soul/ghost is true, then she could cancel out her second dying wish and wishing that she want her potraits could be hung up in the Pastel palace) - and Jack's bubble that bursted out by Leland's betrayal could finally begin to heals - he begin to supporting all his children's dreams

-> Maria finally could hosting her first public recital (but idk if in this point, she'll forgives Blaine or not=if she forgives him, then the recital could accompanied by Blaine. If not, Leopold could convinces his cousin prince Griffin to help instead). The sure thing, Maria did a power move to dedicated her song to CPC - as the unsung heroes that's really help Pastel kingdom in the crisis + she's afraid of her kingdom's folk views to CPC

-> but turn out everyone in the Pastel kingdom already warms up with CPC (starting from the Pastel plaza shopkeeper, because they're already familiar enough with CPC members doing daily activities there and totally okay with their condition being cursed people)

+ some people that don't meet CPC members personally, turn out already warmed out to them from 'secret movement' of the trio Frederick-Jamie-Leopold (give me insight of the trio name.. what if LeoMieBook?) - as quite some time before Maria's recital, Frederick making brochures to give awareness of what the curses actually is and highlighting that cursed people is not that different with others too (they're have rights and deserved rights, so like ep 100 [curses] but in positive light) ; Leopold in charge of making the arts on the brochure so it's more eye-catching + mass-producing the brochures ; while Jamie the one that shares it (similar pose with young Jack did to artifact's rights)

CPC in Summer

-> CPC got huge renovations (remember that the front side of the mansion look too beaten down because the construction crew/Carpenters are so afraid to Jolie and Thermidora?) - the construction crew that used to want fend off 'the possum witch' now after learn CPC actually is, become the main crew of the renovation project

--> As the outside form of CPC got reform, so is the inside. Prez decides to make delegations of tasks in CPC + the sad news that Thermidora decides to back as her lobster form (in doing so, also to guarding the Omniscient Clam in the ocean of her kingdom) so does Nell&Jolie that decides to marry in the winter (Nell want to stays in Lace kingdom, and Jolie want to spread the 'respect cursed people' movement to her kingdom too) which makes them will leaving CPC

-> CPC kinda devastated with the news of 3 members will leave at once, but they're promised to plan the best "graduation" ceremony possible for them + also revealation that Aurelia find the cure for her curse, but declared that even when she's cured - she's still want to stays in CPC

Also the delegation of the tasks is like what Isaac write in here : and with my personal intake writing it as list:

Prez: she's the face (or ambrassador if could) of CPC - she's still doing what she used to do (like protecting CPC members and recon) but passing the jobs to other members + being the informant as having spidey sense still stays thou

Curtis: wikia said that he't the co-owner of CPC, I have mixed thought about it due to it never explicitly say in CPC (because from what I see, is more of Curtis accompanying Prez in scooping potential new members0 - so, well.. he doing what he used to do but with workload burden lessen up - as CPC respects Curtis' job more and even learn to become better in chores which immensely helpful to Curtis

Whitney: he's hosting 'new lecture (as variation of Prez')' which are some routine of meditation/yoga session to CPC members, which really helpful to calm CPC members nerves espc to Monika

Saffron: the minister of hearing, and the official gardener of the CPC. The beautiful CPC's garden become the favorite place to telling any woes from CPC members that latter will decided as urgent (as need haste? or need club-wide meeting?) or could be handled later on

Frederick: once he has a room in CPC, he turns his room to be like a library. He'll become the hot in the future librarian of the CPC while helping to plan any wide-club activities in CPC (like slumber party, or give pointers to Prez' lectures [which now not solely from Prez, but any member that want to share anything is free to do so]. He's also the leader of the WO (wedding organizer) comittee for Nell and Jolie

Gwendolyn: the most cute and kindest CPC member which now in the spin-off speisodes she already learn to self-love nicely, she's become another emotional support for CPC members - she might still working on her communication skill, but her cookings def brightens anyone's day + like Whitney, she hosting 'special lectures' like how to cook simple breakfasts/bake cookies/sewing things (Frederick might kind of worrying Gwen as it could be 'too much' sometimes, but with their improved relationship - she often consulting to Frederick first about her lecture ideas and accept his help to prepare the lectures)

Abbi, Monika and Syrah (they're grouped together because often together, and have special dynamic of "kinda not trusting people easily, but will if the opportunity arrive): which them together seems to be perfect recon team for potential members (so the recon mission not solely fall to Prez) with their personas; Abbi is very bold and honestly 'violent' to reveal true side of potential member; Syrah could tell people if lying or not-as professional lie-er herself; Monika being a crow could scope the location first to determine the place of potential member is safe or not first

Aurelia: the appointed vice-prez, as her insights that differs with Prez ideals actually give much-needed insights to find the middle of balance. Also, Aurelia seems to be one of the members that genuinely like Prez' lectures (remember that she's jealous of Gwen because one of it as being 'new member', could help to decides the lecture topic?)

10. Renee: one of the most eager member that want her curse be removed, I theorized that in this summer timeframe - she already cured along with Aurelia, but like her best friend she decides to stays in CPC as well. She's helping Aurelia which becomes vice-prez to improve CPC 'from background characters' perspective'

11. Thermidora as said before, return back to her kingdom as finally back to be a lobster princess - and together with the baron Benedict she'll guard the omniscient clam

12. Nell and Jolie kinda like the inter-kingdom relation division, as Lace kingdom personally supporting CPC with any way they could along with 'positive perspective' kingdoms that CPC members are - Metallic, Foliage, Neon, Quilt, Polygon + Plaid and Pastel as defensive support from Lance and Lorena and Suzanna

Also in June (aka Summer), there's a wedding!

the sommelier and George wedding! Jamie sure will be invited (as he's literally the reason they're together), but IDK if CPC members is invited too - but if they are it will be interesting to see reactions of more people accepting CPC. It will be a lovely event to witness definetely

Also with preparing Nell and Jolie's wedding + got invited to a wedding, this make me think that Gwen - or from Frederick as well - to have idea to preparing their own wedding and feels quite ready to have it 'soon' (I think the fastest, and I think it's quite okay too alrdy - to have Frederick and Gwendolyn marry 2 years after their first meeting which make them 18 & 19 y.o - and quite already healed from things + they're improved a lot as person as marriage actually like this, is not the ending part of relationship but actually the beginning - to become better, together

CPC in Autumn - anniversary of the canon events

-> Autumn at CPC more of parties in sense, with reflecting and reminiscent what happened so far one year ago - this also could be turning point if CPC (Prez espc) want CPC to not just a club or turns out to be kind of a school

also if Gwen's potrait still not getting back from the Cosmopolitan Princesses Conservatory - it's time for action to getting it back then hang it to our lovely CPC

^ Poor Gwen's potrait there NGL ;-; thrown hapzhardly

EXTRA : WEDDINGS

-> Nell and Jolie's wedding in the winter that year with theme "Winter Wonderland" and nice wedding cake that Gwen personally made with more of their colors (pink/purple/red) :

-> Frederick seems impartial to any seasons, while Gwen favorite season is Autumn - and here we got the season of their wedding. I feel it will lovely to held it at evening while the fallen leaves that changing colors is softly fly away - the wedding hold outdoor in the forest of the CPC. Everyone are invited (even Princels, which somehow I think get some 'betterment' in this final season and in 'okay' relationship with CPC), Frederick had make up and forgives his families (except Leland-he deserved it) but the best man isn't his brothers but Whitney, Gwendolyn have hard time to decides who'll be her bride maid among CPC members (feel free to reply or blog who's feel the best on that role, is: Prez? Syrah? Abbi? Aurelia? Monika?) while her siblings having the role of: Maria that singing the love songs in her dear sister wedding, Lorena guards this 'inter-kingdom' wedding event while Jamie the one that do the catering (aside from the wedding cake that Gwen made herself for her own wedding (it will be mainly white with Green pastel and plaid decorations around) - it's not bad omen okay amirite aameen

EDIT: EXTRA

I've just remember about the time skip vote (Isaac's polling) about what people want for CPC in the future - thus here my personal intake in the form of HC's on the following options!

"The Princels change as people and disband their group, but stay friends" - there's only one named Princel so far which is Orson, and we didn't have name yet for the 'shorty' and 'the big ear' one - but just theorized they're from Zig zag and Beige kingdom respectively. I really hope they could changes for the better, deep down they're good people (like helping Prez to find Nell, and never exposing CPC actually) - it's just they're still 'jerks' with toxic mentality of Incels. Out of all the 3, Orson likely the one that could changes to be better - or probably if they could get chance to see that Blaine isn't really "perfect" - they could change? One will see -

"The Pastel siblings visit the Braided Island and meet their grandparents" -> I truly want this to happen, as does many people - this option is the winner after all. But one thing that should be thread with caution: Leelathea/Lilyth could be seen as 'stolen/kidnapped' by the 'weird strange man' which is Jack ~ around 23 years ago of their current story. So, I am afraid this visit could go smoothingly if they're didn't make necessary preparations before go to the Braided Island (like, maybe braiding their hairs too and give offerings?). Also one of the HC/theory that I wish could happen, Lilyth is still stays in their world as 'corporeal spirit' - might smoothen things between the could-be hostility that could arise from the Braided Island folks especially their grandparents. Btw I really hope that the 2 characters of CPC that really want to going on 'adventures' which are Frederick and Prez Calpernia could follow along with the Pastel siblings. Frederick to able to see a 'mythical island' where people that look like his fiance & Prez to have adventure which what she used to can't do as 'model princess' can't really do before.

Abbi's curse is cured -> along with Renee TBH! Because those two seems the CPC members that the most eager to have their curse got cured (remember the episode [at the end of the gala]?) - not sure how but my theory is the witch could halps, as her knowledge about curses also might have some about the cures too. BTW this option is similar to CPC bingo with one of the block is 'someone curse is cured' 0.0

Whitney reunites with Blacquelyn -> well, this problematic...

Because this.. For Whitney, I think he won't return to his kingdom willingly... He probably could try to fix his family thou - but doing so I think it means the breaking down of the Monochrome kingdom entirely because his sister clearly can't lead, his brother become a dog, the whole kingdom of his seems totally unhabitable... prob could be changes it to become an inter-kingdom prison for someone 'in high position' but irredeemable like Leland?

For Whitney it kinda complicated but one thing for sure: he won't willingly return back to Monochrome kingdom, and if he ever do it solely to fix the broken heaps of his kingdom rn = the supposed king Greyden cursed to be a dog by his sister that kinda gone crazy? I have no idea how Whitney could save his kingdom, if that has chance to be saved at all - but I think his interactions with Frederick (that at same time will healing himself from the toxicities of the Plaid kingdom) making him to fix his relationship with his siblings I think his priority is fix his Family, and for the monochrome kingdom idk how it ends but I feel it need to change the leadership system - like no need monarchy (espc if Greyden can't be cured) and changes it to something like democracy ig? or breaks ultimately

#long text again hefjbefwbhefwh #TBH it's more easier to read in discord but more aesthetic pleasing here in Tumblr #cursed princess club

[lingshanhermit]

Lingshan Hermit: The History of Assimilation

Eserlida Pearl Smartney, in the first episode of the fourth season of "Ice Bloodstorm," said, "Assimilation, as defined in the dictionary, is the process of becoming similar to something else." Essentially, as humans, we all benefit from assimilation, and we all suffer from it. We can become better, or we can become worse. But generally, we are more easily assimilated by bad things, and it's hard to be assimilated by good things.

As humans, apart from the habits and karma of our previous lives, we don't have anything innate. Most of our habits and thoughts are the result of acquired influences, and our habits from our past lives are also the result of influence. There is no thought or habit that we originally have. When we were born, most of us do not possess emotional preferences. A newborn baby doesn't like rock stars, doesn't like salt-baked chicken, and has no political views. But as we grow older, we gradually establish our own preferences, have our own views and thoughts. We think these thoughts are our own. But in fact, all of this is the result of being influenced and assimilated by the people around us. That is to say, from the beginning of our birth, we have started the process of being assimilated. When you open your eyes to the world, you start learning the thought patterns, language patterns, and behavior patterns of the people around you. This learning is not deliberate, but it is always happening. We are always learning. It can also be said that from our birth, we have always been influenced and assimilated by things around us.

In "Ice Age 2," produced by Fox, there is a female mammoth who grew up with possums. Because she has always lived in the possum community since she was young, she always thought she was a possum. She would hop around like a possum, eat possum food, and play dead when eagles attack. A mammoth, simply because it has been living among a group of possums for a long time, can become a possum. This is the power of assimilation.

Movies like "Ice Age 2" tell us that if you live with a certain type of people for a long time, you will inevitably become that type of person - except for a few exceptionally gifted geniuses, most people will end up this way.

In a sense, most of the Buddhist practice is also based on this theory. The Buddhist scriptures say that ordinary wood, if placed among a pile of sandalwood, will also become fragrant over time. This is why we want to be close to good knowledge, because we can be assimilated, because we can be changed.

We can be changed, because we are never the way we imagine or define ourselves. We are never constant. We are not the person who was born more than twenty years ago, we are only the continuation of that person. And the person who was born more than twenty years ago, he never really existed as you thought for a moment. I have said in previous articles, if we are not empty in nature, if we really exist as we think and define, then we cannot lose weight, cannot become more beautiful, we do not need to bathe. But in fact, we will change, we will have an additional wrinkle, we will also grow a mole. Our skin can become firm from slack. It is because of this, precisely because we are always changing, that we can be changed, can be assimilated. You should be thankful to the creator, you are not constant, you are always changing, so, you can be assimilated, you can become better. But there's also bad news, the bad news is: the meaning of you can become better is, you can also become worse.

Remember what I just mentioned? From the moment of your birth, the process of assimilation begins. The way people around you think, act, and speak will inevitably influence you. Your own thoughts, actions, and words are actually a synthesis of many influences around you. If you are lucky enough to be born in a family with traditional culture, if your parents are kind and know how to behave, then the education you receive will be beneficial to your practice. However, the growing environment for most people is not like this. Before they meet their wise and knowledgeable master, they have already formed a set of inherent values and thinking patterns that are completely opposed to Buddhist values. If you are such a person, it takes a lot of effort to make a small change, which is actually very difficult.

Assimilation is a kind of subtle conquest. The entire history of mankind is a history of assimilation.

In the 8th century, the Kadampa scholar Atisha once went to Sumatra, Indonesia, to learn Buddhism from Master Jinzhou. What we need to note here is not his learning process. What we need to pay attention to is the information this can tell us: at that time, there was Buddhism in Indonesia, and even masters were produced. If a master can be produced, it means that the Buddhism there must have been very prosperous at that time, but today Buddhism no longer exists there. Today, the people of the Sumatra archipelago have long been assimilated by other faiths.

Such things are still happening all over the world today. You know, as soon as President Trump came to power, he started building walls to stop illegal immigrants. I think this is because he knows the power of assimilation. After the European continent accepts tens of millions of immigrants, Europe will gradually cease to be Europe. If you are the only immigrant, then you might change, you will be assimilated by the natives around you. But if all around you are immigrants, the situation is different. If the natives become a minority, then it is not the immigrants who will change. As the number of immigrants around you increases, they will retain their original culture, they will bring the lifestyle and thinking of Syria to Paris and Munich. These cultures will inevitably affect you, as long as you still live there. If the number of immigrants exceeds the local natives, then you will be assimilated by them. The traditional values of Europe will be assimilated into the values of immigrants. There are many cultures in this world, and each culture has its own reason for existence, but different cultures should not live together. Humans have not evolved to the point where various civilizations can coexist harmoniously. They should live in their own cultural circles as they have for most of the past few millennia. Otherwise, conflicts of civilization are inevitable.

Some people believe that immigrants will change themselves to fit into Western society, and such naive ideas are infuriating. You have to know that it is very difficult for people to change. I have many practitioners around me. Some of them have been practicing for more than ten years, but the values of some of them have hardly been shaken at all. Therefore, those who think they will actively change are seriously lacking in understanding of human nature. He has no experience of confronting habits, and he doesn't know how stubborn habits are. The practitioners around me, at least they know to change their original habits and values. They know that it's not a good thing, and even so, they still find it difficult to change. Those immigrants who came to Europe by boat, they are all very proud, they are all very self-righteous, I can't think of any reason for them to change themselves.

As human beings, we are easy to learn bad habits, but it is difficult to learn good ones. This is not different due to the difference in skin color. White people are not slower to be assimilated than others. I can imagine, if Trump hadn’t built the wall, what America would look like in twenty years. Look at France now, and you'll understand. In Sweden, there are immigrants who tell the locals, "If you don't like wearing a headscarf, you can leave this country." This is what their freedom, equality, and fraternity have brought them.

I once saw a video on YouTube where a white man kept a giant python. He probably thought he could coexist peacefully with it, and even develop feelings - he called it baby, - but the snake clearly didn't agree with his idea - it attacked him, leaving his arm bloody. Although I don't know his political stance, judging from the way he does things, I guess he is a "liberal". The characteristic of liberals is that they disregard reality, they just want to show their fraternity and equality. I also know a liberal Hollywood actress who kept a lion. She let her daughter sleep with the lion, but she regretted it later - after the lion injured several of her family members (some were disabled). Liberals believe that people of different cultures and different levels of civilization can coexist peacefully, can live in the same city, can shop in the same supermarket, and can even marry and have children. There are many liberals in Europe and America, and I believe reality will wake them up. By the way, there are also many people like this in Buddhism.

Over the years, I've encountered many practitioners, and what's hardest for them to overcome is not anything external, but their own inherent values, the worldviews they've formed in the first two to three decades of their lives. These flawed values breed erroneous thinking patterns, language patterns, and behavioral patterns, bringing them pain, torment, and even leading them to hell. Most absurdly, they cherish these painful values, reluctant to let go of them as if they were treasures.

Do you remember our earlier discussion about assimilation? It's the process of becoming similar to something else. If you live amongst a certain type of people, gradually, you'll become like them—unless you're Einstein. Most people can't resist the detrimental impact of a bad culture. These negative cultures share similar characteristics: they encourage easy gains without work, lack self-reflection, never admit their own faults, rationalize their errors, justify their wrongdoings with audacity, and teach you how to cut corners, be lazy, and steal others' fruits. They inflate your "self," making you more and more selfish. But because these cultures align with human degenerative tendencies, they are easily learned and spread. On the other hand, positive cultures, like Confucianism, often require immense effort and hardship, so they're not warmly welcomed.

In the practice of Buddhism, the relationship between teacher and student (with the teacher as the path) is seen as vital to the journey. This is precisely based on the principle of assimilation. If you want to be assimilated by the virtuous mentor, you must spend substantial time with them. Therefore, I always say that those who distance themselves from the virtuous mentors can hardly learn anything. Buddhist practice is not merely about understanding theory or practicing with scriptures; it also requires the influence and guidance of a living, virtuous mentor. This influence is what we call assimilation. We are all incredibly resilient beings, holding onto strong values. If we are to dissolve these values, it demands prolonged interaction. It's akin to melting a chunk of iron: it has to be placed in high heat for a sufficient length of time. If you remove it after only a second, the iron will never melt. True virtuous mentors have many methods to melt your self-attachment and habits, but this requires your willingness to cooperate and enough time for the process. Otherwise, nothing will happen.

As practitioners, we spend time with our mentors and get assimilated by them. However, assimilation takes time, especially for us, the steadfast beings. We interact with all sorts of people daily—colleagues, best friends, deliverymen, your uncles and aunts, taxi drivers, people on TikTok and Weibo. Their values influence you every moment. What kind of values do they hold? I believe they don't possess the Bodhi mind, nor do they believe in reincarnation. Most likely, they're foolish egoists. Living amongst such individuals, you are being assimilated by them daily. Ultimately, how much time do you spend with your virtuous mentor? Twenty minutes in a year? Or even less? It's unlikely you can be assimilated by the mentor under such circumstances. You will only think like the people around you. The values you hold and how you view problems largely depend on those surrounding you. If people around you only talk about who bought a new house or who has what background, you're unlikely to be concerned about the future of humanity. The people you interact with influence and assimilate you, and you also influence and assimilate them, affecting each other. However, this influence is usually negative. Many Buddhists around me influence each other, and sometimes it's extremely challenging for them to establish a good habit—it's essentially like stuffing a bull into a cup. Yet, they can quickly learn the wrong things. If someone in their group does something foolish or lazy, others will pick it up immediately.

This is what we call positive and negative assimilation. We all benefit and suffer from assimilation. If you're lucky to be assimilated by a good culture, you'll benefit; if you're unfortunate to be assimilated by a bad culture, you'll suffer.

When I was young, things were different. People still carried the vestiges of Confucian culture. Back then, people felt ashamed if they owed someone a lot of money; children did their homework themselves; girls were shy. But it's rare to see such people today.

In recent years, the rise of short videos has spread many incorrect values at an unprecedented speed. The women in Chaoshan used to resemble traditional Chinese females, embodying many virtues of traditional Chinese culture. However, many of the new generation Chaoshan girls no longer wish to live like their mothers. They've been assimilated by a certain culture. In fact, such assimilation has never ceased. Since the naval battle of Yashan in 1279 between the Mongols and the Southern Song, traditional Chinese culture has constantly been eroded by foreign cultures. It's just that before the internet, this cultural erosion was much slower. When a backward civilization coexists with an advanced one, it's usually the former that devours the latter. It's a tragedy, and this tragedy has always been unfolding.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

So…..I’ve become totally obsessed with your y/n sawyer headcanons. Would it be alright if I requested a 6 yr old y/n Sawyer being sleepy and going to their brothers saying “uppie” 🥺

Keep up the good work bae💗

You mean the horror villain sibling!headcanons?? I'm so glad you liked them!! I wanna try and do more platonic stuff so the support is greatly appreciated ^^

THIS SCENARIO IS WAY TOO CUTE!

Okay, so, I've decided we'll go by brother. So, with some warnings (Possum mistreatment, baby injury, and severe crossovers) we'll get started with the oldest:

Drayton's reaction to you, little and still-cute you toddling up to him slowly, raising your arms slowly and quietly whining 'uppie', is to

sigh.

He sighs, haha XD He grumbles, too, about having work to do and how you could've gone to any of the other slackers, but picks you up without a second thought anyway (Its second nature now to take care of the babies- since your parents ran off and Grandpa's generally a busy old fuck); Balancing you on his hip as he continues to stir dinner in a biiig pot (So big you could fit inside it easy along with some turnips and broth). Amidst the grumbling that is his signature, he asks you which bottle off the seasoning shelf y'all should add and rocks you a bit when you don't respond at first, "c'mon, y/n, we're all tired, hurry up and pick a damn seasonin'.". When you pick one, he uses it simply, despite it maybe not being the best choice (He doesn't care right now, he's raising two babies and two psycho dwarfs... little does he know those psycho dwarfs are gonna become psycho giraffes, soon *cough*) and the continues to rock you to sleep as he finishes up dinner.

Its honestly a peaceful time for him, then. Chop Top and Nubbins are in the backyard doing god-knows-what with a possum and Bubba's sound asleep in their make-shift cot (Its made of bones, naturally), so all he's got to be concerned with is the bubbling cauldron and the warm little baby snoozing against his chest.

I JUST WANT DRAYTON TO RELAX.

Next up is Chop Top (Lets just say he's like, 2 minutes older then Nubbins). You go up to this 10 year old kid, dragging your one-eyed teddy bear on the ground behind you, calling out 'Chopppp... Uppie.' in your sluggish, southern baby drawl and he hears it instantly- always half focused out for baby cries (He's got huge soft spot for kiddies) and turns around. He's immediately excited to see you walking as this is a relatively new thing, and holds his arms out for you as Nubbins continues whatever they were doing with a possum and a shopping cart. 'Yeah Y/N!! You're walking!! Go!! Come to Chop!!', he cheers enthusiastically, abandoning his twin for the moment.

When you reach him, he yanks you up by the armpits to rest against his shoulder (Definitely not in the safest way) before wrapping scrawny arms under your bottom to keep you there, muttering to you quietly that 'You just go go to sleep, there. Important stuff's happenin', here, so I cant take ya to yer crib just yet. Shhh, sleep.', then immediately turns back to Nubbins, pointing in a certain direction, stomping one foot down on the ground and yelling

'CHARGE'.

When you approach Nubbins when you're sleepy, mumbling uppie in your tired little voice, he's sitting in a shopping cart with a possum, and he rolls his eyes deeply at seeing you. 'Ugh... what do you want??', he asks, not even attempting to give you what you want as you reach the cart and hold onto it. 'Uppie' you repeat, reaching up with one arm, opening and closing your little hand towards him. And you're just as stubborn as he is, so he makes another 'Ugh', sound and stands in the cart abruptly, shoving the possum towards Chop Top and letting go before his twin has even properly grabbed hold of it. Then he leans, wobbling, over the side of the cart and pulls you up off the ground and into it with him, before sitting back with you sat between his legs- both of you facing in the direction of a ramp. 'Okay Y/N, sleep in 'ere.

And don't tell Drayton about none of this, okay??'

Then Chop Top stomps down on a thin piece of wood keeping the shopping cart wedged in place, making it snap, and the cart goes careening down a hill towards the ramp. You and Nubbins fly for a good 3 seconds, before slamming down on the ground- no, not the ground.

A police car.

You break the front wind shield, some a couple wheels off the cart, your arm, and dent both vehicles.

A man wearing a badge with the name 'Hoyt' on it comes out of the house 'next door' (Across the field you just flew across like avenging cart-angels) to yours looking furious as your dumbass brother holds his thumb up to his nose, makes a nasty face and wriggles his fingers at the old man.

Then a big boy wearing a leather mask comes out, around the same age as Chop Top and Nubbins, and sees you while the older man just yells at Nubbins. Thomas kneels down beside you as you cry, realises theirs something wrong with your arm, and glares at the two running around the yard making a ruckus. Then he picks you up carefully, and starts towards your house and Drayton.

BONUS! Yeah, Bubba's a bonus because I think in the Horror Villains Sibling!Headcanons post, I made you two out to be quite similar ages so this prompt wouldn't really work- so this is set in an alternate reality with Bubba as his adult self getting approached by his baby sibling.

If you were to approach Bubba with your arms outstretched, calling 'Uppie' oh-so-adorably (Because he's your favourite. Very comfy to lay on), he would immediately pick you up in his big arms and you would sigh and close your eyes, curling up in them. He would be worried, not really knowing what to do as you swiftly fall asleep and turns, almost in a panic, to Drayton with one arm around your little form and the other hand still wrapped around his chainsaw; Eyes wide. Drayton snaps a him to put the damn chainsaw down, first-of-fucking-all, before waiving a hand in disregard and going back to whatever he was doing. 'Little shit just wants t' sleep. Hold 'em till they start squirmin'.'.

Bubba finds that he quite likes having you sleep in his arms, as he finds a seat in a worn out armchair and doesn't dare move for the next several hours while you nap XD ^^

#this got away from me XD i'll admit it #sorry if this is illiterate!! #Sawyer Family #Sawyer Brothers #Bubba Sawyer #Chop Top Sawyer #Nubbins Sawyer #Drayton Sawyer

[flintox]

A scientist obsessed with learning more about the mysterious borrowers of legend creates a device to allow herself to see their world more clearly.

Regrettably, her first expedition goes massively awry.

- - - -

She sighed as she gazed up at the massive plastic structure, almost unrecognizable as the masterfully crafted result of almost 2 decades of her work that it was. Panic had long since given way to dread which in turn had given way to frustration at the fact that she was more than able to reach her size ray but unable to even begin to use it due to her size.

The flea sized mouse sat under the loop of the trigger guard, feeling almost taunted by the shadow of a trigger she couldn't hope to press even if she had an army of dust sized scientists assisting her. Was this that hubris that lecturers kept warning her about?

All Irma could do was sit and seethe while pondering how she might meet her end in this situation. There was of course the inkling of a hope that someone might visit the old abandoned house she picked to conduct her experiment...but being a mouse of science she didn't put too much stock into that happening. Besides, she was so unfathomably small that she would likely go unnoticed and her size ray dismissed as a discarded toy.

No, most likely she would get eaten. The only question that remained was by what? Perhaps a cockroach would make a meal out of her, or perhaps she'd have the grand honor of serving as an ornament on a spiders Web until the arachnid could be bothered to eat her. So many possibilities.

Irma sighed again. This was on her for not following proper experiment procedure, having a partner or two to make sure she didnt shrink her self too small or something. In hindsight she likely should have designed the ray to be something other than gun shaped. The mouse cursed her tendency to allow excitement to overshadow her reason. She had plenty of time to mentally admonish herself until the end, at least.

As she was about to lie down and give up, the ground shook under her feet. The mouse bolted upright and onto her feet, fearing an earthquake. Another tremor coursed through the tile floor, nearly throwing her off her feet. "What the he-" she mouthed as a third, far stronger tremor shook her clean off her feet.

A shadow passed overhead as a massive shape peaked past the grip of the size ray. Irma froze and stare up at the silhouetted figure, primal instincts screaming at her to get up and run but the mouse's body was too paralysed with fear to even shake.

The massive figure moved closer and blotted out the bright light of the midday sun that flooded the abandoned home and could be seen clearer. A colossal possum stood by her size ray, the single largest living thing Irma had ever seen. The ground shook with each of this titans movements as it seemed to focus on the size ray in front if it.

She blinked, feeling as if time had just unfrozen for her. For a moment she had forgotten her own situation and fully believed she was looking up at some unfathomable massive colossus, but her mind quickly caught up and noted that this giant only stood about as tall as her size ray was wide, i.e only about three inches at most. It was a borrower.

Irma's mind raced. She had just become the first person to find definitive proof that borrowers were in fact real. Her eyes darted and up and down the massive figure's body, examining every detail she could as fast as she could make them out.

The borrowers were said to be just like tiny people, but Irma had assumed that this was simply a mistaken account or the result of multiple folktales merging over time. But this possum would have been nearly identical to a regular person were it not for their size...relatively speaking of course.

The possums build was slim, definitely more on the bottom heavy side. Irma could see it was a male judging by the breadth of his chest. His clothing was made of brownish-reddish cloth, crudely stiched together and held in place by oversized buttons, confirming another of her theories that borrowers were in fact intelligent and not mytical pests.

Her heart began to race. Perhaps this borrower might assist her. From what she had studied about them throughout history, she gathered that borrowers did have something of a moral code, only taking what they needed to survive, hence the name borrower. If she could get his attention she might be able to get back to her normal size!

Irma quickly began to run towards the towering borrower, waving her arms wildly. "Hey! Heeeeey! Down he-"

She had not even travelled ten meters before the giant shifted. It happened so suddenly that she could barely react in time as the gigantic borrower stepped around the size ray. In the blink of an eye a gigantic foot slammed down inches away from her, the impact sending her reeling back in shock as a gust if displaced air knocked her down.

Irma slowly picked herself up, finding herself faced with a crudely-made-sandal covered foot that had nearly ended her life in a second. Had she not been shaking with fear and adrenaline she might have found it ironic that she'd almost died being stepped on by something so small. She picked herself up and stared up, unable to even see the borrowers face from her position. The mouse swallowed to steady her nerves before trying again.

- - - - - -

One moment there had been a big wandering around the house, not the usual bigs that showed up occasionally that always took the same route around the house, always using strange terms such as 'restoration' and 'market value'. The next moment this intruder was gone. While the situation reeked of danger, Orris couldn't help but allow his curiosity to get the better of him.

All he could see was this strange object. It looked like a toy gun as far as he knew...but somehow more intricate, and certainly heavier. The mouse had brought this with her and then left it and for the life of him he couldn't tell why.

As the possum fiddled with the device, examining it from every side, he heard the faintest, softest squeak. Orris craned his head around to discern the source but as spón as he moved it stepped. The borrower grunted to himself.

When he turned his attention back to strange device, the sound appeared again. The possum tensed up and slowly looked around, slowly tracing the noise towards the ground. As he looked to his feet, he saw a tiny white speck standing about an inch away from his left foot.

On any other day, he would have assumed this to be some sort of pest, like a flea or something. But this was an odd day. Orris opted to take a closer look. The little speck visibly shifted away from him as he knelt down, not taking his eyes off it for even a second. When he got closer, his face practically level with his knee, Orris could see what it was.

It took him a moment to register what he was looking at. It was like seeing something familiar but in such an unfamiliar location that it short circuited his mind for a bit. For a moment he thought he might be hallucinating, that was the only explanation he could think of as to why he was seeing the mouse lade from earlier on the floor, barely taller than the sole of his sandals. Orris flinched as the mouse waved.

The mouse flinched at his flinching but seemingly managed to steady herself. She brushed herself off and adjusted her glasses, the faintest throat clearing could be heard. "Oh thank goodness you found me! Uh-greetings!" She squeaked in a high pitched, hard to hear voice. "I-i am professor Irma. Do you uh- speak?"

He blinked, still unsure whether what he was seeing was real or not. "Yes?" Orris leaned in closer. "W-what are you?"

The mouse breathed a sigh of relief, her tail twitching excitedly, as if elated at the fact he could speak. "F-fantastic! I uh- I'm not sure what you call us but I'm a normal sized person. I came here to study borrowers using my newest invention but i-- i overdid it a bit."

Orris furrowed his brow. He glanced up at the device and then back down to the mouse. "This object did this to you?"

"It's a size ray." Irma corrected. "It can shrink and grow things in size." The mouse wrung her hand together nervously. "Could you help me? I'm too small to turn myself back to normal."

The possums brow furrowed a bit at the word 'normal'. He examined the device closer. "How does it work."

"On the side is a dial uh- the round button there." She explained. "If you spin that towards yourself it should work in reverse."

Orris nodded, still unsure if this was a dream or not. "Uh huh."

"Now, I'm not sure how we should do this-" Irma continued. "Maybe you could hold me in front of the barrel and somehow reach the trigge-" before she could finish her pondering, the possum rose back to his full height. "Wait, what are you doing?"

He ignored her squeaking and quickly reached for the dial of the device. He turned it around until the dial pointed towards the number '1' and stepped away from the mouse, positioning himself until he was right in front of the barrel and just barely able to reach the trigger with his foot. Orris cast a glance at the floor, spotting the little speck of a mouse frantically calling and waiving at him. He gave her a wide smirk before putting pressure on the trigger.

A bright flash flooded his eyes. The possum let out a shrill shriek as he felt a shock through his entire body. When his vision finally cleared, the world around him looked far different, almost alien.

Chairs and tables that once towered over him now looked just the right size to sit in. Shelves that he could once walk across now seemed barely spacious enough to hold even a single foot. The house that had been an entire world to him was now nothing but a cramped space that he could barely walk around in without bumping into something.

He looked down at the floor, spotting the size ray. The possum bent forward and picked it up, examining the toy like device briefly before turning his attention back to the floor, smirking down at the little flea of a big he knew was down there.

"Sorry about this- Irma? Was it?" Orris said in a faux sad tone. "But I'm thinking I'm gonna borrow this from you." He twisted the knob further and further until he couldn't twist it anymore. "Honestly, I don't know why you bigs think us borrowers want anything to do with you."

He raised his foot over the area the size ray had been sitting in, assuming he wouldn't miss the little mouse.

"But I gotta thank you. I've had a grudge with your kind all my life and you just gave me exactly the thing I need to pay you bigs back for a lifetime of traps, poisons and all sorts of nasty business." The possum smirked wider. "I think it's time for a change, don't you think?"

With that, he placed his foot down slowly, allowing his heel to touch down first as he slowly placed his sole down flat, twisting his foot a few times for good measure and savoring the chill that went up his spine.

The possum linked his lips and turned the size ray towards himself. With another squeeze of the trigger, the room was flooded in light. All he heard was a short crash and the sudden sensation of cool air on his skin. As he opened his eyes, the brightness of the outside world stung them. Orris wiped his eyes to help him adjust.

Gone was the room of the house, replaced with a wide field of green, with small brown mounds sticking out of them. He blinked and looked around. The size ray was gone and at his feet was what looked like a small cluster of grey blocks, the tallest of which didn't even reach the top of his toes.

He'd only ever seen glimpses of these things when he dared venture to a window of his old home. From what he could tell these were also buildings, but far larger...or rather they used to be.

Orris let out a sharp gasp as he squatted down, getting a better look at fabled bigs city, marveling at the organised layout of streets between them, now too small for him to even fit his smallest claw between them. He reached towards the largest skyscraper and plucked it up with ease, the lower half of it crumbled and rained down onto the street below as he raised it to his face.

It was hard to believe that this little grey box held thousands of bigs within it. Orris still felt like he might be dreaming. With a chuckle, the possum rose to his full height, casting a shadow over the landscape in front of him. With minimal effort, he pressed his fingers together and demolished the building, wiping his fingers clean of debris on his tunic. "Amazing."

The possum raised his foot and moved it over the city, the sandal easily wide enough to cover the entirely of the city in length and width. Slowly, Orris took his first step at this new size. The subtle crunch of hundreds of thousands of buildings crumbling to dust under his treads sent slivers up his spiders and his foot sank into the ground as he placed his full weight onto his foot.

Licking his lips, he raised his foot slowly, inspecting the crater that remained in his wake. With a wide grin on his face, the possum stepped forward, looking for more of these cities to play with.

Borrowers only ever took things that wouldn't be missed... and Orris certainly wouldn't miss the bug sized bigs at his feet...

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