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daylighteclipsed · 2 years

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1/ 'my immediate thought was late-KH1 Riku being like ‘I hate you. Die.’ and his daemon rubbing up against Sora’s and being really affectionate with it, betraying the love in his heart' LMAO my thoughts exactly. also Riku's daemon being the chillest entity out there while he's having teenage angst.... poetic cinema. honestly, while dream eaters being daemons would be cool I kinda have a hard time imagining them talk? too much of the "not from our reality" vibes ig.

2/ A dog for Riku would be nice, considering the lengths of his loyalty to Sora. I was also thinking big cats? like snow leopard. my brain kinda malfunctions when I try to come up with something for Sora, but bunny!Sora concept that Canary has really grown on me (also one of the characters from HDM who had a rabbit daemon kinda left a hole in my soul). Sora really makes it a point to help ppl he meets so figures his daemon would be friend-shaped.

3/ More of an afterthought, but I also like the idea of Namine having a bird daemon 'cause she's a "witch", and witches in HDM always have bird daemons to fly along with them. And Sora and Roxas having extremely different daemons just to make it a point that they're different people. And while I'm not certain about Riku, Terra DEFINITELY has a dog daemon.

Ig since Nomura constantly associates Sora w felines (initial concept lionboy Sora, lion cub Sora in the Pride Lands, his Meow Wow dream eater, catboy Sora in Monsters Inc, tbh even anti-form is reminiscent of a feral cat) my brain goes to cats for him, even though he doesn’t really have the personality of a cat… Well, maybe that’s not entirely true. Some cats are cuddly and social… They’re really funny when they get wound up… Sora’s curious and does like to nap a lot in the sun lmao

Sora also wants to be like big and imposing, but he’s so small and cute instead, which reminds me of a cat. That doesn’t mean he should be underestimated, though! All cats have claws…

I asked my bf and he said Sora reminds him of a monkey, which makes me think of those later-concept sketches of Sora like walking on his hands and having a convo w Kairi while he’s hanging upside down from a tree branch dhhfhdhs Later-concept Sora was very acrobatic. He’d fit in at a circus.

A bunny’s cute… Something aquatic might be interesting, too, since Sora loves sailing. Maybe a seal or sea lion or something. They are very friend-shaped, can be trained to do fun tricks, and also like to nap in the sun. And even though they look cute and are usually friendly, they’re still predators. (They’re also bouncy like Meow Wows!)

Yeah, something loyal and hard-working for Riku, like a canine. I already said wolf, but it’s true! haha Wolves especially are fiercely loyal and protective. They’re big and sometimes scary, but they’re quite playful and caring w their pack. Sometimes a wolf wanders on its own, which is where we get the phrase “lone wolf” from, but it never wants to be alone, which also reminds me of Riku.

A swan also comes to mind for Riku. They’re big, graceful, beautiful birds, but they’re not timid. They’re fiercely protective, and they mate for life. Google says they can pair bond v young, which makes me think of how Riku’s been dedicated to Sora since he was like 5. Swans are also a symbol of light and sacred to Apollo, which is why his chariot’s often pulled by swans or composed of swans in art. (Wolves are also sacred to Apollo, apparently! Haha)

Also, the phrase “swan song” comes from the belief that swans sing beautifully upon death, which reminds me of Riku’s light singing or ringing when Sora calls out to him in the tunnel... Idk 🤷‍♀️

I can totally see a bird for Namine! Idk what kind… but maybe a songbird? She’s always kind of reminded me of a caged bird singing… And yeah, I can see a dog for Terra, too. What kind of dog were you thinking of?

Oh! And I figured you’d want to see this reply from @lah-reina

Someone else has thought of this concept, too! It’d be great if we got their name

#this is hard. it’s hard to assign one animal to a character when ppl are so complex and always growing #sora technically has his canon-assigned fursona though. he’s a lion #shdhrjdhdhg

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wearykatie · 5 months

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Journey Into the Wild Beyond - Chapter 3: Thither (Part 1)

Just as a side note before I get into it - I really love the names of the different areas being Hither, Thither, and Yon. Really creative. I’m not at all bothered that a stroke I had over a decade ago gave me a very slight speech impediment that becomes worse when I’m tired and hits really hard on “th” sounds.

Thittthtththhhter

Before they went to Thither, the party wanted to stop in on a few friends and let them know the big bad hag was dead. They needed transportation though, and luckily, Downfall had a spare swamp gas balloon. Also a very lucky coincidence: Alice decided to show up again and she knew how to pilot one plus how to get past the fog barrier separating Hither and Thither.

…can I just call it Twitter or something? I don’t think anyone is using that.

Trapped in a balloon with the party, Alice couldn’t escape the questions. Who was she? Can’t say. Why is she helping? Can’t say. Why did she tell the party she couldn’t enter Downfall but did so just fine once they defeated the hag? Can’t say.

Good talk, Alice.

But really, they did get a lot out of the conversation. She wanted to help the party, she was sorry that they had to do this alone, and her inability to elaborate on things clued them in that she might be under the same magical compulsion as Diana from Chapter 1. She also seemed to have a particular bond with Elora.

Now, Elora had found out that her missing item was a stuffed animal and further that it was a rabbit. This is around the point that K asked me out of game what shade of blue Alice’s fur was. Oh, you know…

About that shade.

So that cat (or bunny) was out of the bag, since I decided that within reason, things the players can deduce out of character can be deduced in character if they’re working off the same information and not using meta knowledge.

During an overnight stay at the walking inn (the Inn at the End of the Road), Artie had a chat with Alice and during that, he noticed something. He wasn’t able to look Alice in the eyes. He knew she had a face, knew it was vaguely humanoid, but couldn’t look directly at it or recall exactly what he saw. It’s like something was charming anyone who looked at her to not want to look at her. Artie attempted to see past this, and since elves have advantage on charm effects, he managed to roll pretty high. Alice looked like Elora to him.

The party stopped by Telemy Hill to give Jingle Jangle the bag of truffles they recovered from Bavlorna’s cottage. Yet more acts of kindness that the DM and Prismeer would remember…

Imaginary Dragons

The book has the players cross over the fog barrier with help from a scarecrow friend and then they get dropped off, I guess, because the balloon isn’t mentioned again. The party seemed to like Alice, so I didn’t want her to ditch them again just yet. Hmm…oh hey, Prismeer has a dragon. Well, dragonkin. A Jabberwock to be specific, and its hunting ground is Thither.

Time for a balloon crash.

A mid-air battle happened with Alice shooting at the Jabberwock with a bow while trying to land the balloon as quickly as possible. This resulted in a crash, but Hakewood was able to cast Feather Fall on himself and the rest of the party, though Alice fell out of the balloon and got separated from the group. This was only long enough for the party to have a nice little encounter with a friendly NPC in a cave who spun gold into magic items.

The Wild Beyond the Witchlight really goes hard on the literary references.

Hakewood and Artie both sensed their items were to the north. They were safe from the Jabberwock for now, they had new items, and they found some ground transportation in the form of a chariot pulled by an owlbear. If you’re not familiar with those…I mean it’s in the name. They’re heckin’ cute too, and I didn’t have to be convinced to include one in my campaign.

I’d threaded the story of Zybilna through the last chapter and expanded on it more in this chapter, so let me talk about that for a sec.

The Wickedly Benevolent Queen

The party had read about someone named Natasha, they had heard about Zybilna, and through portraits in Bavlorna’s cottage, discovered that the hags were the daughters of Baba Yaga, but also there was a fourth daughter who seemed to be on the outs with the Hourglass Coven. There had also been mention of Iggwilv, the Witch Queen.

Before leaving Hither, the innkeeper Tsu was able to provide them with more information via an old children’s story about how Prismeer came to be. It was a domain of delight, carved out of the untempered raw chaotic magic of the Feywild called the Wild Beyond (my little addition to give the campaign title a double meaning) by the Witch Queen, Iggwilv. Iggwilv was a cruel tyrant looking to subject the new land and its people to her rule, but she felt discontent. She was too powerful. None could oppose her. She needed a challenge.

Enter Zybilna, an archfey (basically a fey demigod) who came to Prismeer to challenge the Witch Queen and take over the domain to rule benevolently.

Being magic students, the party didn’t know about Iggwilv or Zybilna prior to the story, but the name they discovered in the cottage - Natasha - was familiar to them. She was a powerful mage, and she had a few spells named after her. Including ones some members of the party used. But as far as any of them knew, Natasha, or Tasha as she was better known, had disappeared years ago. Could Iggwilv be Tasha? Or Zybilna? This is what the party had to stew over.

But for now, more dreams.

Where Were They Going Without Ever Knowing Their Name?

Full elves don’t sleep. Well, they can sleep, but they don’t need to. They do meditate though, and during meditation one night in Thither, Artie experienced a vision. In it, he was running through the Feywild being pursued by something.

Slowly, two things became clear: he was in the form of a wolf, and the things pursuing him were also wolves, but they were running with him. He trips, goes tumbling, and reverts to elven form. The other wolves stop and also become pallid elves. They tell him it’s okay, he’ll get the hang of it, and then say they will meet him back home. As the other elves vanish, Artie realizes he doesn’t know what way they went, where he is, or how to get home.

Hakewood has a dream from shortly before he left for Magewood Academy. He’s helping out in his parents’ store, but every time they say his name it’s garbled noise. He wants to go to the academy to learn and make them proud, but his mother seems a little distant and asks why she can’t remember his name.

I had to play on certain themes for each missing item, and for Hakewood and Artie, a sort of family theme started. Artie was getting hints of a place and family he’d forgotten because he didn’t have the means to get there anymore. Hakewood wanted to one day own his own shop like his parents but had no name of his own to differentiate between him and the other Hakewood’s store.

The missing items took so much from the player characters, and exploring that helped to make the story more personal to them. Otherwise, they’re just a bunch of random people saving a far off land in the Feywild because that’s where the plot is.

I Said “Loomchurch” So Many Times and I Don't Know Why

In their travels throughout Thither, the party met a unicorn named Lamorna who was looking for her lost mate, Elidon. She offered her help if they were going to take down Skabatha and also provided additional context for how the Hourglass Coven trapped Zybilna. They had used Elidon’s magic in conjunction with a magical cauldron to freeze time within Zybilna’s palace. Elidon himself might be the key to ending the spell.

The party also met Will of the Feywild, a Peter Pan-like kid who led a group of lost children.

Okay. So. Will of the Feywild. My players learned this in our post-game “fireside chat”, but The Wild Beyond the Witchlight makes a choice about Will of the Feywild that I didn’t allude to and as far as I’m concerned isn’t canon to my campaign. See, Will isn’t a child. Will is actually an oni who used to kidnap kids for Skabatha until one of the other hags changed his alignment, and he took on the Will persona.

I didn’t use this for a number of reasons, but there were two big ones. The first was I was going with the idea that killing the hags would undo some of their curses. The book even states that if Will’s curse is ended, he becomes evil again and attacks the player characters. The second major reason is oni are known in D&D for being magical shape shifting ogrekin who kidnap and eat people. It was difficult for me to go that route and portray Will as a child knowing he was actually an adult monster who used to kidnap and eat kids.

Will told the party that Skabatha or “Granny Nightshade” had several kids locked away in her workshop making toys. This workshop is housed in a fallen tree to the northwest in Thither called Loomlurch. Will also gave them an item he’d stolen from Loomlurch the last time he was there liberating some of Granny’s workers - a unicorn horn.

Well, that bodes poorly for Elidon.

Nevertheless, the party set out to free the remaining children, save Elidon, and defeat Skabatha. Since this was an involved dungeon with complications both in-game and out, I’m going to save that for the next part.

#d&d #d&d 5e #dm #gm #journey into the wild beyond #the wild beyond the witchlight

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aubzikins · 7 months

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Call Back Chapter 2

Four weeks later

Chan texts a number on his phone smiling ear to ear. As he looks up from his seat at the café, he hears a familiar notification sound go off and sees Minho look at his phone and smile. Minho looks up and sees Chan watching him and walks over.

“Can't wait to see you?” Minho says, “I was one minute late!”

“That one minute felt like an eternity! I was beginning to thing someone stole you from me.” Chan says and pouts dramatically.

Minho rolls his eyes and sits down as Chan pushes over a cup of his favorite tea. “Thank you oh impatient one.” Minho says smiling.

Both enjoy a couple sips of their tea as they watch the leaves fall outside. They both have been waiting for the first snow. It had gotten quite cold but never seemed to snow.

Chan looks over at Minho and clears his throat slightly. “Minho…”

“The answer is yes Chan.” Minho says and looks up at Chan.

“I didn’t even finish what I was going to ask Minho…” Chan says.

“Minho, will you be my boyfriend?” Minho asks imitating Chans Australian accent.

“How? How did you know?” Chan asks.

“You have been wanting to ask since the third day of us hanging out.” Minho says as he takes another sip of his tea.

“How do you know me so well already?” Chan asks.

“I pay attention to my boyfriend.” Minho says with a smile.

Chan looks up from his cup of tea and smiles at Minho.

“Boyfriend sounds nice…” Chan says.

“It does, you’re welcome.” Minho says sarcastically. “So, boyfriend… what do you want to do this weekend?”

“Well there's a get together that my parents are hosting tonight, would you like to come with me?” Chan asks.

“Meeting the parents already?” Minho asks.

“We don't have to go if you don't want to. I will text them that I won't be able to make it to the event.” Chan says as he pulls his phone out.

Minho grabs Chan’s hand, “It’s okay, I will go as your arm candy.” He says as he smirks.

Chan smiles widely, “I have the best boyfriend ever!”, he leans over and puckers up. Minho fakes a disgusted face and then leans in and kisses Chan. Chan starts giggling as he pulls away from Minho. “That was an amazing first kiss… I don’t think I will ever grow tired of kissing you Minho.”

“Good, cause you’re stuck with me Channie.” Minho gives Chan a little evil smirk.

‘You say that as if it is a bad thing, maybe that’s exactly what I wanted.” Chan says with his own little smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, what time do I need to be ready by? Dress code?” Minho asks.

“A nice shirt and pants should work fine for it. Also, I can pick you up around 530?” Chan asks.

“It’s a date then, boyfriend. I will see you later.” Minho gets up from the table, leans down and gives Chan a kiss as he leaves.

How did I get so lucky to have a boyfriend like him? Chan thinks to himself.

Chan pulls up to Minho’s house and goes to knock on the door. Before he even reaches the door, Minho opens the door and is holding a gorgeous tabby cat in his arms.

“Sorry the cats don’t really like knocking so I figured I would answer the door before you knocked.” Minho says.

“That’s okay, who is this gorgeous little feline?” Chan asks.

“You already know my name, Channie.” He says deadpanned.

Chan starts giggling, “Yes, you are my gorgeous Meow Meows, but I meant the little one in your arms.” Chan says smiling.

“This is Dori, my handsome little maknae. Wait, Meow Meows?” Minho asks.

Chan pulls out his phone and brings up Minho’s contact, “Yes, Meow Meows, that is what I have you saved as in my phone.” He smiles widely as he shows Minho his phone.

“Ahh, makes me feel better about having you listed as Kangaroo in my phone then.” Minho smiles. Minho then gives Dori a kiss on the forehead, gently sets him on the ground and then closes the door. “I am ready.”

Chan smiles, turns around, walks to the vehicle, and opens the door on Minho’s side. “Your chariot awaits your highness.”

Minho rolls his eyes at Chan, “At least you know royalty when you see it.”

It’s not long before they arrive at Chan’s parents’ house. Chan puts the vehicle in park and then looks at Minho. “So, one thing I did not tell you,” He looks at Minho with a bit of worry.

“You okay Channie?” Minho asks.

“Yeah, the thing is, I am adopted. I do not look like them and figured I should tell you before you meet them.” Chan says as he looks down.

“Okay, well you told me. Everything will be okay.” Minho smiles.

Chan looks up at Minho and smiles. “Thank you, Minho.”

“You are welcome, now lets go in before people think we are hiding.” Minho says.

They both get out and walk up to the house. The door swings open and Chan’s mom is standing in the doorway.

“Our sweet baby boy is here honey!” she calls out to her husband. “Oh, my sweet Christopher! Welcome, welcome. Now who is this handsome young man with you?”

“Mom, this is Minho, my boyfriend.” Chan says nervously. “Minho, this is my mom, Priscilla.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Priscilla.” Minho says and bows.

“Boyfriend? Ah. So, this is the man who has had you smiling the past few weeks. I was curious to who was making you so smiley in your recent pictures. Nice to meet you as well Minho.” Priscilla says.

A man walks up to the door, “Priscilla, dear. Let them in the house before they catch a cold! Hello Christopher! Nice of you to make an appearance. It’s been too long!” the man says to Chan while motioning them to come inside. Chan and Minho walk inside the house and take off their coats hanging them up.

“Dad, this is my boyfriend Minho. Minho this is my dad, Robert.” Chan says with a small smile.

“Good to meet you sir.” Minho says and bows again.

“Minho, welcome. It’s nice to meet the one who makes Christopher happy.” Robert says.

“Honey, check the grill! I need to check the oven.” Priscilla says and then turns back to Minho and Chan. “Make yourself at home Minho, Christopher once you get Minho settled, please go help your father.”

“Yes mom.” Chan says. Priscilla and Robert hurry off to check on the food. Chan shows Minho into the living room.

“Christopher?” Minho asks.

“Oh, yeah. That is my English name. While I go by my given name, they have always and will probably always call me Christopher.” Chan says and looks a bit uncomfortable.

“I thought this was a get together?” Minho asks.

“Me too, I will find out what’s going on. Sorry.” Chan says.

“It’s okay, go help your dad, I will see if your mom needs any help.” Minho says.

Chan leans over and gives Minho a kiss. “Thank you,” then Chan whispers, “Your majesty.” Chan then smiles and winks as he heads out to help his dad with the grill. Minho walks into the kitchen and sees Priscilla pouring a glass of wine and sighing. He looks around and doesn’t see anything on the stove but decides to still offer to help.

“Hello Priscilla, is there anything I can help with?” Minho asks.

Priscilla looks up from her glass of wine, “No dear. It’s just a pie in the oven.” She looks him up and down and causes a chill to go down Minho’s spine.

“Ahh, well if there is anything I can do, please let me know.” Minho says.

“Actually dear, tell me a bit about yourself. I see that my son is very smitten with you, but I know nothing about you. What do your parents do?” she asks.

“Oh, well actually my parents passed when I was about sixteen years old.” Minho says.

“Goodness, I am so sorry dear. It must have been hard becoming an orphan at that age.” Priscilla says with fake sincerity in her voice.

Minho doesn’t say anything but just watches Priscilla. Priscilla stops and thinks for a minute and then looks at Minho like she is studying him, “Apologies again. But I have some questions I need answers to. What do you do for a living? Did you know that Christopher was well off? What are your intentions with my son? Do you care about him or just want his monies?”

Minho looks at Priscilla in shock as she continues to rattle on. “Let's just cut to the chase and forget all those unimportant questions. Instead I would rather like to know how much it would cost for you to never see Christopher again. Name your price and we will pay it.”

“Excuse me?” Minho asks.

“I am pretty sure I did not stutter when I asked how much it would cost for us to get rid of you.” Priscilla says as she slowly approaches Minho.

#fanfic #stray kids #fanfic newbie

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - How A Star Is Born. ch.VI

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.V - ch.VII

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The little sailboat gently glided along the river that would eventually pool into the sea. There, just as the river touched the vast salty body of water, there was a harbor that began the huge troublesome town of Thebes.

“Wow,” Dipper awed as he tied up the boat. “Is that all one town?”

“One town, a million troubles.” Stan quipped as he walked along the dock and his student hurried to catch up. “The Big Olive herself: Thebes. They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.”

“Cool!” Dipper said as they entered the city. Never before had the farmboy seen so many temples and buildings clumped together, so many people in one place, so many speeding carts and horses and stray cats and the occasional mice that kept the cats fat and happy.

“Stick with me, kid,” Stan warned as they stopped with a group of people waiting to cross the street. “This place is dangerous.”

The horse-pulled carts came to a stop and some guy turned a red-hand vase so it showed a green walking man. They began to cross, but one cart sped by them and Stan had to dive on top of Dipper to push them both out of the way in time.

“Watch where you’re doing!”

“HEY I’M WALKING HERE!” Stan screamed back and made a rude gesture and he got up from Dipper, somehow miraculously getting a slight hint of a Latin accent. “See what I mean? Knuckleheads, all of them.”

“Then you should feel right at home.” Dipper sneered playfully, earning him a firm punch on the shoulder as they walked on.

A few minutes into town, after passing a shady conman that Stan saw right-through, a cute lady at a corner asking if anyone was wanting a good time, and a naked guy singing about accepting yourself, loving yourself, while waving around a dead chicken, the two men walked up to a fountain, taking notice of a group of people talking woefully.

“It was horrible.” A whiny troll-looking guy said as he rinsed his cap into the fountain, trying to get the soot off his clothes. “I lost everything in the fire. All of my beautiful vases and stone tablets.”

“Now were the fires before or after the earthquakes?” A big red-haired guy asked.

“They were after the fires.” A red-haired girl a few years older than Dipper answered with. “But before the flood.”

“Not to mention the crime-rate.” A skinny guy with a small mustache added in. “Seems every time I turn around, there’s some new monster running havoc!”

“1220 has got to be the worst year I’ve ever heard of.” The red-haired woman said as she kicked a rock harshly and crossed her arms over her chest. “Can’t we just move to Sparta, Dad?”

The entire time the locals were complaining, Stan was elbowing Dipper encouragingly and gesturing for him to go ahead. Dipper cleared his throat and said, “Excuse me.” When all the eyes were on him, he felt a little nervous, but he went ahead. “It seems to me that what you need is a hero.” He said confidently and puffed his chest out with his hands on his hips.

The crowd did not look impressed. “Yeah,” The big guy snorted. “And who are you?”

“Um, I’m Dipper.” The young man said, trying to keep his confidence up, but was failing. “But I happen to be a hero, and…”

The four laughed at him and Stan narrowed his eyes as the townsfolk had their doubts if this young man could possibly help them.

“Have you ever saved a town before?” The small troll-like man asked.

“Uh… n-no, not yet…”

“Or reversed a natural disaster?” The big guy asked.

“Uh… n-n-no, but…”

“Ugh,” The red-haired woman groaned. “He’s just another chariot chaser.”

“Don’t you knuckleheads get it!” Stan yelled, placing a hand on Dipper’s shoulder. “This kid’s the genuine article!”

The little ugly man narrowed his eyes and adjusted his thick glasses to get a good look at the old man. “Hey… isn’t that the fallen god that trained Achelles?”

Stan’s whole face turned red and he began to shake with anger. “Watch it, pal.” He growled like an angry dog.

“Stan…”

“Hey, you’re right, Toby.” The big guy said and laughed harshly. “Oh boy! I needed this! Some amateur hero trained by the worst god of existence!”

Stan let go of Dipper and began cracking his knuckles. “You wanna go, buddy, c’mon…”

“Stan, Stan!” Dipper had to use his god-like strength to hold his teacher back as it looked like he was going to pounce on the big guy who looked like he could rip a tree out from the ground if he wanted to. “He’s not worth it, let’s just go.”

Stan, still growing, allowed Dipper to lead him to a large set of stairs while the four walked away. Soon Stan swatted Dipper’s hands off of him and they sat to try to think.

Dipper, meanwhile, was thinking about what that guy had said. A fallen god? That may very well have only been a cheap insult for the Trainer of Heroes, but Dipper had first-hand experience in the matter. Gods can fall. Was it possible that someone who had practically raised him and trained him to be a hero so he could be a god again knew exactly what it felt like to be someone you’re not?

“Stan, wh-what those guys were saying…”

“Listen, kid,” Stan said tiredly and held his head. “You’re gonna hear some really bad stuff about me in this town, and some of it is true, but I need you to trust that everything I’ve ever done has been so that family sticks together, okay? I’m gonna get you to your twin, okay? I’m gonna help you become a true hero if it’s the last thing I do, okay? All I ask is that you trust me. Please.” And he looked up at the teenager heavily.

Dipper swallowed as he saw a million and one emotions in his eyes. After everything this guy has done for him and planned to do for him, Dipper decided that trusting him was the least he could do, so the younger of the two nodded, but their moment was interrupted by a cry for help.

“Help! Help, please! Help!”

“Pacifica?” Dipper muttered as he saw a lush amount of blonde hair try to make its way through the crowd. “Pacifica!” He stood and hurried to her as her eyes lit up at the sight of him and hurried.

“Wonderboy… Dipper, thank goodness! Outside of town, by the sea, this little boy was playing and there was a horrible rockslide! He’s trapped!”

“Quick, show me where he’s at!”

Pacifica grabbed Dipper’s hand, making his whole face turn red, and she led the way through town back towards the sea, north of the harbor and just below a mountain that led to Thebes’ Temple of the Gods. Stan quickly followed behind them and a few townsfolk decided to keep an eye for entertainment purposes mostly.

On the damp sand there was a rocky wall side from where the tide often comes in and forms a wall, separating the town from the ocean. Dipper could hear a boy’s cries coming from behind a rock and he hurried across the beach, leaving Pacifica, Stan, and the townsfolk on the sidewalk.

“Help! I can’t breathe!” The boy coughed and desperately pleaded, “Somebody call I-X-I-I!”

Dipper stood by the big boulder and said calmly, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you out.”

“Hurry, please!”

Dipper looked up at the giant boulder and took in a deep breath. This rock was huge, one of the biggest things he had ever had to lift, but if he could accidentally destroy half of his hometown, he can lift a boulder. Right?

He grabbed on from the bottom and struggled for a moment, but with gritted, deep breaths, and sheer determination (Stan’s calls of encouragement also helped tremendously), Dipper was able to slowly lift the boulder up from the tiny cave in which the white haired boy was trapped behind.

The boy ran out quickly and Dipper asked in a strained voice, “Y-You okay?”

“Yeah… J-Jeepers, mister.” The boy awed. “You’re really strong!”

Dipper smiled and said after he threw the boulder into the ocean, “Just try to be a little more careful, okay?”

“I sure will!” The boy replied as he ran off into the town.

Stan cheered and hollered, only stopping when he was coughing and he bent over a little to cough sharply into his fist. The townsfolk gave a small applause for him, only a little impressed, as the boy climbed up the side of the mountain and went into the mouth of a large cave, where he was met with Bill in his throne, sipping on live worms, and Pacifica, who sat with her legs dangling over the edge.

“Jeepers? Mister?” Pacifica sneered.

“I was going for innocence.” Gideon said as she changed back into his older self and sat next to Pacifica to watch the show.

“You both did good.” Bill said coldly. “I was really moved by your performances. Great opening act.”

Meanwhile, Stan was at Dipper’s side and patted him hardly on the back. “Great job, kid! They even applauded! Sorta, but still!”

Dipper heard something and turned to look out at the dark and dreary sea. Bubbles. “I-I don’t think that’s applause, Stan.”

Stan looked out at the ocean and saw a shadow form under the bubbles, and soon they were shocked to find a big green head emerge from the water with sharp teeth and small eyes, followed by a long neck and a fat body, the monster roaring like a horrible siren.

“St-Stan! What the heck is that!?” Dipper asked his mentor.

“The Gobblewonker!” Stan yelled as he pointed at the monster. He pulled out Dipper’s sword from his scabbard, put it in his hand, and ran back to the screaming crowd for safety.

“Let’s get ready to rumble!” Gideon cheered and Bill snapped his fingers to make a ringing bell appeared.

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Ford and Mabel were sitting on the front steps of their temple, having tea, as the young muse happily chatted and the aged god happily listened, but they were interrupted by Fiddleford’s wind-breaking running as he hurried up to his dearest friends and was short of breath.

“St-St-Stanford! It’s Mason! He’s battlin’ the Gobblewonker on the beach o’Thebes!”

Ford choked on his tea and had to spit it out. “WHAT?!”

Mabel punched the air. “Alright! He can take down that big dummy! I wanna see him do it!” And the young muse got up and started to run out of Olympus.

“Wait!” Ford called as he and his best friend ran after her. “Mabel, wait!”

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Dipper slowly watched as the Gobblewonker’s neck positioned itself for attack, like an angry snake. This was no different than those garden snakes at the orphanage, right? The monster attempted to strike, but Dipper dodged swiftly on the beach. Again, and another dodge. Again, another dodge.

“That’s it,” Stan coached. “That’s it, kid, dance around, look for an opening.”

The Gobblewonker struck again, digging it’s sharp teeth into the sand, and Dipper was almost hit, but managed to spit out some sand and stand strong, unfortunately realizing a second too late that his sword was no longer in his hand, but lying behind him. Now having to multitask running the opposite direction and dodging a monster, as if this battle wasn’t difficult enough.

To distract it and buy some time, Dipper used his super strength and threw a huge rock at the Gobblewonker, who crushed it in his jaws while Dipper retrieved his weapon. He stood proud and ready to strike, but in one instant the monster engulfed the hero in it’s mouth and held its head up high to swallow Dipper like he was a pill.

Pacifica held her throat and cringed as the Gobblewonker licked his chops, but soon it was wincing, like it was in pain, and a gruesome scene of Dipper cutting the monster’s neck from the inside appeared before the audience and the Gobblewonker’s head and half its neck flew into the ocean, leaving red in the water and on his body.

“YES! THAT’S MY BOY, THAT’S MY BOY!” Stan cheered as the Gobblewonker’s body fell onto the beach with a loud splash and the dizzy hero fell to his knees. Stan was right by Dipper’s side and helped him up, lightly tapping his face. “Good job, kid, good job. C’mon, let’s getcha cleaned up.” And the old man helped his student get on his feet and shake away his dizziness from the acid that had been in the neck.

Up in the cave, Bill was turning red and shaking. Pacifica smiled, ready to see Gideon be burned to a crisp, but the young man was still, miraculously, perfectly calm.

“Gideon, your plan…”

“Bill, Bill buddy, relax.” Gideon rested his hands behind his neck as rain started to trickle down on the mortal world. “It’s only half time.”

The Gobblewonker’s body twitched behind the two men. They both turned and were very disturbed to find it standing up on its own and suddenly three heads emerged from the opened neck, ready to attack the hero again.

“HOLY HERA!” Stan yelled and ran aside to give the hero his chance.

Dipper backed away until his back was against the rocks, smiling. “Ha! You’re trapped in water, huh?”

The three-headed-Gobblewonker must have understood the young man and decided to prove him wrong, because the sea monsters climbed up out of the water and onto the same to better attack the human.

“Oh, jeez.” Dipper groaned before letting instincts take over and he chopped an incoming head off to dodge and get out of being cornered against the rocky wall.

Dipper allowed his adrenaline to take over and soon he was swinging at anything that came towards him. This, of course, was a bad idea and soon Dipper stood with his back to the sea at a thirty-headed-Gobblewonker, bigger and meaner and more powerful than ever before.

“WILL YOU FORGET THE HEAD-SLICING THING?!” Stan yelled from the sidelines.

Dipper swallowed as a clawed-flipper scooped him up and pinned him against the mountain side, all thirty heads getting closer and closer and ready to rip him apart limb from limb.

“C’mon, kid!” Stan cheered. “Use that big head of yours! C’mon!”

Dipper did some quick thinking, looking up at the mountain, and without a second to lose, he pounded his combined fists against the mountain on his left side, causing an avalanche. One by one the heads were crushed and more red stained the rainy beach, leaving only a fisted-up claw in the clear, unnoticed by the audience.

“NO!” Stan screamed and hurried to the rockpile. “C’mon, c’mon kid, stay with me. Stay with me!” The old man fell to his knees and started to move rocks out of the way, trying to find his student. “No, no, no! Please!”

Meanwhile, Gideon and Bill were smiling twisted smiles. “Hm, nice job, kiddo.” Bill said to Gideon. “You’ve redeemed yourself.”

“Told you it would work.” Gideon said calmly.

Pacifica looked down at the old man trying to get the young hero back with sad blue eyes.

“I… I can’t…” Stan panted under his breath. “I can’t lose…” But then he heard something that made him stop digging.

The fist was wiggling, finally noticed. The townsfolk were worried it was the Gobblewonker, still alive, and Stan stood ready to die trying to kill the monster that took his kid away, but everyone who was watching was beyond surprised to find Dipper priding the monster’s dead fingers off of him and standing tiredly with his clothes in rags.

Cheer erupted, everyone deaf to the yells of anger from Bill and the yells of pain from Gideon, or the dark cloud that appeared by the small cave as the three vanished.

The townsfolk yelled and celebrated and ran down to Dipper and Stan, but Stan was the first to congratulate the new hero, holding him in his arms and giving him noogies and yelling to the top of his lungs. “YOU DID IT, KID! YOU WON BY A LANDSLIDE! HAHA!”

And there, up in the dark rainy clouds, Fiddleford danced with Mabel cheerfully for Dipper’s first victory, leaving Ford standing there, mouth open, speechless with pride. “I… I can’t believe it… my boy… he…”

“I told you!” Mabel cheered and punched her uncle on the shoulder. “I was right, you were wrong! Looks like somebody has to sing the Ford Was Wrong Song!”

Ford chuckled and smiled down proudly at his nephew, who was now being carried away by the other humans. To congratulate him, Ford threw down joyous lightning bolts to dance among the jubilant rain.

Dipper caught the lightning striking the ocean and he smiled to himself, daring to believe that his family might be proud of him.

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In the Underworld, Gideon was on his hands and knees, weak from pain and whimpering. This was the fifth time he was being punished, and Bill wasn’t done. The young white-haired man looked up at his boss and pleaded. “Bill, I…”

With a snap of the triangle’s fingers, Gideon’s tongue burst into flame and the teenager cried out and clawed at his mouth. Bill glared maliciously as he snapped his fingers again and Gideon’s whole body was suffocated in flames. Again.

Soon a sad pile of burning flesh was at Bill’s feet slowly healing again. “First you couldn’t even turn both twins into mortals. Then the one left mortal you let live. And now he lives and kills off one of my most powerful allies for taking this dimension!” Bill snapped his fingers again, burning Gideon alive again, sentencing him to pain that would kill a mortal.

Halfway through healing again, Gideon whimpered through tears, “I can still kill him. He’s still mortal. He got lucky.”

“You better.” Bill said coldly. “You’ve got one year to kill Pinetree, and every time you fail, I’ll kill you again until either he’s dead or you wish you could stay dead.” And the triangle left his minion alone to cry on the floor and think of how he was going to kill the man destined to defeat Bill.

#GF #gift #fanfiction #gravity falls au #dipper pines #pacifica northwest #bill cipher #gideon gleeful #stan pines #ford pines #mabel pines #Fiddleford McGucket

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asparklethatisblue · 7 years

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157 with polnareff sibs if you feel like it

Well, that took a while ;w;’

“I read your diary.”

The shock of the words shudderedthrough Polnareff’s mind as he seized up and threw a panicked stare towards hisbed, where Sherry let herself drop against his pillows. She grinned like thecat that got the cream, a childish glee that any pre-teen was still capable ofwritten plainly on her face, no trace of remorse visible.

“I TOLD you not to go throughmy stuff!” Polnareff snapped at her, deciding to forgo any defence orattempts to make her believe that he had somehow joked in hisown private writings.

“I thought it was some draftsfor your stories and comics,” Sherry said and picked up one of themagazines lying on her brother’s bed to lead through them lazily. “Youknow, fantasy and knights and so on…”

Polnareff narrowed his eyes ather, not believing that excuse for a second. He’d always let her read hisfantasy stories without hiding them, and the various notebooks with his actualdiary were very well hidden indeed. Sure, he did write about Silver Chariot andthings that might be mistaken for fantasy stories he made up to pass the time,but again, Sherry knew them well enough to spot a difference.

He also wrote things he did notwant anyone to know of but wanted to get off his chestanyway, which was the entire point of hiding the damnthings. He didn’t know which of the books Sherry had found though, and thethought of her finding out about his deepest darkest secrets agitated Polnareffso much that he felt Silver Chariot nervously flicker into being for a briefmoment.

“You aren’t supposed to readthat thing,” he snapped again. “The diary is private and I keep itout of sight for a reason!"

He didn’t dare ask about whatSherry had seen exactly, worried that his reaction might cause her to thinkthere was some juicy gossip in there, or tip her off on the existence ofseveral books. Maybe she hadn’t even found a single one, maybe she was tryingto get her brother to slip up and spill the beans on something he thought sheknew.

Sherry pouted a bit as she threwthe magazine to the side.

"I thought there’s not gonnabe any secrets in this household, JP?”

“Diaries aren’t secrets,stupid. They’re private!”

Sherry turned to face him fully, astrange look in her eye. Polnareff couldn’t tell whether she was judging him orjust trying to figure him out, and for a second he feared that the diary she’dfound was the messiest and most secret of them all, the one hidden behind hisheadboard. The one where he lamented how another bloke’s wide shoulders andstrong jawline fuelled his fantasies more than a nice pair of boobs. He didn’tcare what anyone might think of him, besides Sherry, and she didn’t need toknow this.

“You were the mostembarrassing little jerk, you know that?”

Sherry pulled an old notebook outof her pocket, folded in several places, torn and patched up in others.Polnareff stared at it blankly as she waved it around teasingly, as if to baithim with it.

“Would have sworn you were a wellbehaved boy who never did anything not cool ever!”

Finally it dawned on him that thiswas the very first diary he’d ever kept, back from when he had just learned how to write at all. Polnareff could feel hisears burn and for a second he wished that Sherry had found the other notebookinstead. He hadn’t had any shame when he wrote as a four year old!

“I was four!”he snapped and started rising from his chair.

“No excuses,”Sherry sang, and he could see her already tensing up to bolt for the door.

The twoPolnareff siblings stared at each other, tension thick in the air, pale blueeyes boring into pale blue eyes.

Polnareffwas the first to break, lunging for his sister and the old notebook with aroar, but she was quicker and had years of experience in wiggling out of suchsituations. Polnareff’s hands shot out to catch her before she could make amove, but Sherry threw herself towards the floor and ducked under his armsbefore making a dash to the door.

Her laugherechoed in the narrow hallway, and as Polnareff jumped after her he alreadyheard the tell tale banging of Sherry tearing open every single door on herescape towards the stairs, forcing him to close them before being able to passthrough after her. For a second Polnareff considered just jumping over therailing to smash down on the stairs and cut her off, but Sherry was already outtowards the living room.

Chariotmanifested behind Polnareff as he ran, called forth by his beating heart andflushed face. Confused at the situation the Stand chirped, and the chasestarted for real.

#jean pierre polnareff #sherry polnareff #my fic #bobyer3 #sparkly answers #polnareff #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure

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oopsbirdficced · 7 years

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@wishingyoucouldshowmelove asked: ok, since I'm such a obvious shipper, I'm going to ask for romantic Syd/Lyfia >/////<

Omg Lyfia is so cute. Adorably awkward, like me. Also, they're between sixteen and seventeen in this? Ish.

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The first time Lyfia sees a God Warrior isn't actually that special. A bit exciting, but not too special. It's a normal day, and as a maid, her job is to remain on the sidelines. Out of sight and out of mind. It's not exactly a glamorous job, but she doesn't mind hard labor. There's a group of them coming through, and she looks for Fróði, to give him a smile and a nod. She doesn't see the other teen walking with Fróði look after her curiously as she hurries away.

She doesn't meet a God Warrior for quite a while, nearly a whole year after that, with the notable exception of Lady Polaris Hilda, of whom she is a lady’s maid. And Fróði, if he counts.

Lyfia spends a lot of her free time in the libraries of the palace. There's something that draws her there, a sense of dormant anticipation. A vague whisper in the back of her mind that utters - soon, but not yet. She likes reading, though, and learning things. She's reading a treatise on the goddess Freya, when he finds her. She's utterly absorbed with reading an explanation of how the two God Robes of the Zeta Stars represent the two cats that pulled her chariot, when a hand falls onto her shoulder, and she startles, badly.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you,” His voice is lovely and sweet, and she finds herself replying before she even realizes those are the words written high on her ribcage, beneath her breast.

“It's all right - oh, did you need this book?” Lyfia asks, jumping to her feet and bowing, offering him the book.

"I- no- wait,” she looks up at him, and the pieces fall into place. She gasps, nearly drops the book, and blushes beet red, hiding her face behind the tome. He chuckles softly. “Don't hide, pretty one,” he murmurs, taking the book gently and setting it aside. He takes her hands in his when she tries to hide her face in them, and brushes the tip of his nose against her blazing cheek. “You're so lovely,” he tells her, sweet and sincere.

“I- you're very handsome,” she whispers back, still thoroughly embarrassed. “Ah- I'm, um, Lyfia. Ladies’ maid to Lady Polaris Hilda, milord,” she dips the awkwardest curtsy of her life, hands still clasped in his.

“Mizar Zeta Syd,” he tells her, and her face gets even redder. Her soulmate is a God Warrior?! Well. Two of them are, because Fróði is a platonic soulmate, the closest she has to a brother. She stammers something terribly awkward, but he silences her with a soft, gentle kiss, and she melts against him. A faint noise catches her ear, like someone snorting softly in disgust, but she doesn't pay it any mind.

“Are you on break?” He asks her breathlessly when they part, and she shakes her head, then nods.

“It's my day off,” she explains softly. He smiles.

“Then let me take you on a date,” he asks, and she nods, biting her lip. Apparently this bond is probably romantic? Though, shouldn't they try to confirm it? She blushes again at the thought of him laying one of those strong hands against her words. She'd have to take off her dress! That definitely wasn't happening. Yet. “Oh!” He fumbles with his sleeve, pushing it up so she can see her words, sky-blue against the swell of muscle on his upper arm. She touches them with delicate fingers, and he shivers, looking at her expectantly. Oh. He's expecting her to reciprocate.

“Um. My words, they're not,” she fumbles, before pressing her fingertips to their location. His eyes go wide, and it's his turn to blush.

“So, ah, a date,” he changes the subject hastily. “Have you had lunch yet?”

“No, lunch sounds good,” she murmurs, slipping her hand into his elbow when he offers it.

#saint seiya #soul of gold #lyfia #mizar zeta syd #odin lyfia #fanfiction #fanfiction requests #soulmates au #drabble

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myaekingheart · 7 years

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Even more weird dreams in the past two nights. I had one Friday night, too, but at this point I can't even remember it unfortunately, but I remember Saturday and Sunday nights' dreams as clear as day.

Saturday night started off with me being in this really weird school (another school dream, big shocker) that was like a combination my high school and my middle school. I remember something about having lost my backpack so I was running around searching for it everywhere, which proved to be way harder than expected considering my backpack is custom painted. Turns out I wasn't the only one with a painted backpack, though, as I remember running into oe person, a girl I actually went to high school with, who had the exact same backpack. I did end up finding my backpack, though, in some weird room in what I can only assume was the engineering building of the school just by the design of the interior itself. The scene then transformed from the school to this massive mansion that was perhaps the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in a dream before. Downstairs, there was a candy shop with assorted candy apples and gummy candies and the entire place was dark wood with nice ambient lighting. It kind of reminded me of the bakeries in Seaworld and the Norway pavilion at Epcot. The rest of the place, however, was fucking stunning. Everything was white marble and regal and elegant. It was like being in Cair Paravel itself. I distinctly remember, just before waking up, a scene where I was walking up this winding marble staircase in a flowing pink dress (or at least a pink skirt, I couldn't see the top portion though now I'm getting the feeling that maybe it was a dress? I recognized the skirt as this pink chiffon maxi skirt that I do, in fact, own in real life but then the more I think about it, the more I remember the top looking the bodice of this dress http://little-angel-secret.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=730&search=disneybound). But anyways, I remember walking up this winding marble staircase with that skirt and a pair of heels on (which I felt but couldn't see) and there were all the long tree branches with pink flowers hanging over top of the staircase so low that I had to either duck beneath them or part them to get past. And then when I reached the top of the staircase, I hesitated but dared to look up to the ceiling to find the most beautiful crystal chandelier hanging from it. And that's about the time that I woke up.

Unfortunately last night's dreams weren't nearly as beautiful as they were bizarre and discomforting. The first half had me and my boyfriend in a kitchen almost exactly like my parents' except the coloring was different, specifically the cabinets. These were white and plain and kind of cheap compared to my parent's medium toned wood ones. The lighting was pretty shitty, too, like someone stuck an incandescent bulb from the 80's into the socket. But so my boyfriend and I were standing in this kitchen and we were meant to do something but then I don't know how she got there but my boyfriend's dead ex showed up and was standing at the counter doing something, but she kept sneaking sideways glances at us as if she was offended. And I don't know why but I remember her wearing a white hoodie and her hair was dyed a reddish light brown, straightened, a little past her shoulders, with her thick side bangs across her forehead like how I've seen in certain pictures. I remember feeling really competitive with her and frustrated that she was there, afraid my boyfriend was going to dump me for her. She kept shooting me near-offended sideways glances meanwhile I kept glaring back at her, mostly when she wasn't looking, and before this segment of the dream ended I remember standing up on tiptoes and wrapping my arms around my boyfriend's neck and being all cutesy flirty and bullshit and he wrapped his arms around my waist and seemed completely oblivious to the silent rivalry me and his ex were having and it was just fucking lovely. Guess I'm not as over it as I thought I was or something. Fuck. Anyways, the second half of the dream spared no expense in being bizarre as fuck. I was led to this massive room that kind of reminded me of the music room at my elementary school with high ceilings and white walls and dingy gray carpeting. Along the back wall were these tall rickety shelving units (if you can even call them that) where young men and women were hanging up and storing various costumes. I was apparently there to audition for a spot in Disney's theater group, even though it was like a combination of a theater group and a classroom, and the specifics of "theater group" were never clear. And the woman leading this whole production was none other than my US History teacher from last semester, who did recognize me. The only difference was that this time, she had a haircut. I don't know why I remember this, either, but she was wearing a coral blouse with short sleeves and a scalloped hem. But that's not relevant to anything. So anyways, she basically told me to gather up a costume or something and get changed and then everyone was forced out through these double doors onto a dance-floor-turned-ice-skating-rink in the middle of what I can only assume was some sort of hotel ballroom. There were countless chairs surrounding the entire thing with thousands of people watching. Many of the people on the rink were already seasoned performers and knew exactly what to do, unlike me who was basically floundering. I started panicking because I knew full well that I can't ice skate and I was terrified that was going to cost me my spot on the team. When I brought this up before going "on stage", however, Mrs. US History Teacher said it didn't matter if I couldn't skate or not, what mattered was my acting, that she apparently wanted to see personality despite a low skill level or whatever, so that's what I kept in mind stepping foot out on that rink. The way it went was that people were in full-on makeup and costume, some of which aboard large contraptions like I distinctly remember a Marie-Antoinette style Queen of Hearts type character on a massive chariot being pulled by other performers shouting at people to get out of the way, and the ice skating rink was treated like a cat walk of sorts. Everyone would skate down the length of it in a procession giving it their all and then skate back up the length to the double doors we came through doing the same. Everyone was wildly expressive and even acrobatic meanwhile I skated down that rink trying to be as extroverted as possible but feel I failed in really expressing that. I remember just skating down the rink trying not to lose my balance, being kind of straight-backed and blank expressioned even though I was trying my hardest to really do a good job. When we all got back to the big classroom, Mrs. US History teacher instructed us to change our costumes yet again for another round, this time it was just straight-up dancing, no ice involved. For some reason I remember what I wore this time as opposed to the first time around, and there were other girls wearing the same thing: hot pink high waisted shorts, a white t-shirt with some childish floral design (I'm pretty positive I had that exact same shirt when I was like, six? I think it was from Target) and plain white sneakers. I distinctly remember having a hard time finding the second half of my pair of shoes, like I had one that was the right size and style but every other shoe I grabbed either was too big, too small, or not even the same shoe. I don't remember what happened with that, I think I might've just resorted to grabbing a shoe that was a half size too small. The dancing portion of the audition thing was wild and definitely more overwhelming than the ice skating part, but I also think I certainly did better? I remember dancing down the dance floor with two other girls in the same outfit as me, and then one of them grabbed this table from seemingly out of nowhere and started scooting it all the way across the dance floor behind me, basically forcing me to go with it. It wasn't until we reached the end of the dance floor that I realized she was pushing the table too fast, though, and I had no choice but to somehow backwards jump on top of it. Even when we reached the edge of the dance floor, however, that wasn't stopping this chick. She pushed that table past the audience (who were all staring at the two of us in awe like we were fucking crazy) and all the way to the wall at the back of the room, where I remember she ended up backing it up against a door. I had no idea what to do then so I ended up doing perhaps the most terrifying thing ever: I pressed my back against that door, facing the audience and the dance floor, and started crunking hardcore. I don't even know why. I just...I don't even know why. I forget what really happened after that in regards to the dancing but I do remember that when it was all said and done, we went back into the classroom, putting our costumes back into our shelves/cubbies/whatever (for some reason my teacher gave me the short one at the end of some shoe rack that's far too short to hang anything up on??? Meanwhile everyone else had ones taller than themselves from which they hung a couple mermaid Ariel costumes and even a village Belle) and seating ourselves at these round and rectangular gray tables like the kind you'd find in an elementary school classroom or cafeteria, respectively. I remember sitting at the table with some purple notebook in front of me and the teacher going around and passing back graded papers, which I got mostly 100's on and some really positive marks about "super confident writing" or some shit. I don't know, I remember something written on paper about "super confident" something. As I started trying to file my papers into the folder pocket at the front of my notebook, however, I realized two things: 1) the folder pocket was only half the width of the notebook, meaning I'd have to hot dog fold all my papers in order to fit them in and 2) half of the stack of papers I got back weren't even mine, they belonged to other people. Once I separated mine from the others, I went up to the teacher's desk at the front of the room and told her what was up, asking her to take care of it, but then she seemed offended and almost like she didn't understand what I was telling her as she told me to just hold onto them and not worry about it or something. This caused a minor uproar from the other half of the room which was mainly filled with the owners of the papers I had accidentally received. I remember one girl, specifically, standing up in her seat and protesting that they worked hard on those papers but the teacher didn't really seem to care. It was all so strange and bizarre, and I don't really remember what happened after that except for just placing the papers on the corner of the teacher's desk and heading back to my seat, and then I vaguely remember something about packing my things as class was dismissed and thinking to myself about how it was super late and I'd need to either take the bus home or ask my boyfriend to pick me up if he was off work already or something, and questioning how this would work in the future if he can't leave work to pick me up or something. Or at least I'm pretty sure I remember thinking that, probably because my boyfriend mentioned something about me potentially having to take the bus to campus for orientation in a month. I don't know, either way, it was all really strange, both last night and the night before, and in certain regards I would've much rather preferred to just not have dreamed anything at all.

#ramblings #weird dreams

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