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aquaquadrant · 4 years

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Chill

Rating/Warnings: K+ (sickness, minor injury, disturbing imagery) Timeline: FalsePrince!Varian AU (by Lunarcrown), after “Queen For a Day” Summary: Varian’s quest for answers to free his dad leads him down a dark and wondrous path.

A/N: OK SO I know I said I wasn’t gonna link my TTS Tangledtober one-shots here much but I REALLY loved how this one came out, plus I figured I oughta credit @lunarcrown for letting me play with her False Prince Varian AU and cook up a little origin story for it! Hope you enjoy, reblogs/comments are appreciated!

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Varian sets the beaker down with trembling hands.

His shakiness is now impossible to ignore, and he fears he’ll drop something and cause an even bigger accident than the one that encased Dad in the amber. He wipes his forehead with the back of his glove and comes away with sweat. But at the same time, he’s shivering. His head aches, and dark spots dance across his vision every time he moves.

Varian can no longer deny it; he’s sick.

And that’s a very bad thing, because it’s not just a little cold or flu kind of sickness. That would be fine, he’s worked through those before. This, he knows, is something more serious.

Days ago, he’d hit a wall in his attempt to create a compound that can dissolve the amber. He’d gone searching the area for clues, something new he could learn about the black rocks and their nature that might help. Of course, there was nothing in the village, but he’d found a small path of black rocks leading into the forest.

With nothing to lose, he’d followed the path. After winding around the forest for so long he was beginning to think there was no point, he’d stumbled across a barrow of some kind. A hidden stone door in a thicket, that lead to a huge underground cavern full of old ruins and a strange chill in the air.

And, of course, a lot of black rocks. But something about these ones had seemed different. They were almost in a kind of formation- not any particular shape, but enough repeating forms that he could tell it wasn’t random.

But in his investigating, he’d accidentally gotten too close and cut himself on one of the rocks. Not a deep cut, more of a scratch, really, across his chest. He’d mourned the hole in his shirt more than the small injury, and hadn’t thought it was anything to worry about. After finding nothing else of interest, he’d returned home, more frustrated and at a loss than ever. The cut had been ignored.

Now, it seems it’s gotten infected. The skin around the cut is red and hot to the touch, and the slightest prod makes pain shoot through his muscles. And this is bad because Varian’s alone- he has been since everyone else abandoned Old Corona to be chewed up by black rocks- and he has no idea how to treat an infected wound, he doesn’t know that kind of science.

Varian braces his hands against the work bench, hanging his head down as he takes slow, deep breaths. There’s no one left in town to help him, and he’s hours away from any other settlement. Even if he made it to one, he might not be welcome because of those rumors about him attacking Rapunzel. He’s well and truly alone here, and he needs to figure out a plan.

Just… once he rests, for a moment.

Varian’s eyes flutter shut.

The world tips around him as he feels himself falling. He never hits the ground, instead falling endlessly through inky blackness until the sensation is all he knows. Just as its about to consume him, he surfaces. His head breaks through a layer of snow, spilling powder down his shoulders in a crumbling mess.

He blinks the frost from his lashes. All around him is snow. It stretches out before him in every direction, an endless white void. Flat, dull, colorless. Empty. And cold- it seeps through his threadbare clothes and crawls lazily through his veins, like icy snakes swimming in his blood.

Above him, the sky is black. It’s a void of another name, stretching beyond the horizon and swallowing the world in darkness. But it’s not empty, not in the slightest. A dazzling array of stars glitters above him, packed denser than he thought stars could be. They’re scattered in clusters of beautiful disorder, like a bunch of dandelion fluff got carried away by the wind and caught in the space above.

There are planets too, planets he never even dreamed of seeing beyond the tiny pinpricks viewable from a telescope. Planets of different colors and patterns, closer than should be possible. And threading through all these celestial bodies are swaths of color he can’t even begin to identify. Like the aurora borealis he’s read about, bright yellows and pinks and purples and blues and it makes him dizzy just to process it all.

It’s breathtaking, and he wonders for a moment if this is what space truly looks like, once freed from the veil of the earth’s atmosphere. Deep, lively, vibrant. Eternal. Standing alone in the snow, he feels immeasurably small in the face of the radiance above.

The sound of his own teeth chattering together brings him back to earth. He’s freezing. A sharp gasp rips itself from his lungs, and he sees his breath fog in the air. Panic sets his heart racing, and he clumsily scrambles to his feet, kicking up flurries of snow. If he doesn’t find shelter somewhere, he’ll die. He knows this with certainty.

But the snow is deceptively deep. It seems to cling to him, making each step heavier than the last. His shoes are soaked through and he can’t feel his feet. Bitter winds rip at his hair, and he’s reminded of another storm, not so long ago. Trudging alone for miles and miles, with only the thought of getting back to Dad keeping him from giving up and letting the white haze consume him. But this time, his determination alone isn’t enough.

Varian struggles to make ground, but it’s to no end. There’s nothing in sight, no escape from this cold. Panting for breath, he looks up at the brilliant sky with all its color and majesty.

“Help!” Varian screams. “Anyone!”

The words don’t even get a chance to echo around him before they’re swept away in the storm, and despair crashes over Varian. But just before he drops to the ground to let the snow consume him, he catches movement.

Against the backdrop of inky sky, two yellow eyes blink open. The pupils are bright pink, and they regard Varian with enough intensity to melt ice. It’s an evaluating look, like they’re staring right through Varian’s skin into his soul, and it sends a chill down his spine. They get closer, and the rest of the figure comes into form, almost materializing out of space itself.

It’s a boy- like Varian. Almost exactly like Varian, in fact, in terms of the shape of his dark blue hair and the point of his nose. But much of his face is lost to the color of his skin; a deep indigo, smooth as the surface of unbroken water. Lighter pink freckles dust his face in the same places Varian’s do, glittering like constellations, and they match the pink streak in his hair, where Varian’s is blue.

A shining golden crown sits on the boy’s head, adorned with tiny pink stars that almost could have been captured right out of the sky. Rich furs of pink and purple line the cloak he’s wearing, adding to the regal appearance. Still though, he wears gloves, and the sight is bizarrely comforting to Varian, for whatever reason.

The boy has yet to land, his feet still floating above the snow by a good distance, forcing Varian to crane his head up to see. The cloak billows around him, but in slow ripples, as if he were underwater instead of hovering in a blizzard. He tilts his head at Varian, and it’s only now that Varian realizes the boy has no mouth.

Poor boy, the figure coos. Varian knows instantly it’s the boy’s voice, even though there’s no mouth to hold it. Alone again. It’s not fair, is it? You did nothing to deserve such a fate.

Varian manages to find his voice. “Wha- what fate?” he calls hoarsely, straining to be heard above the wind. “What do you mean?”

You’re dying. The boy’s yellow eyes curl up at the corners, like he’s smiling. Can’t you tell? That wound you sustained is a deceptive thing. It looks so harmless, doesn’t it? But looks can be deceiving, as you’ve since found out.

Varian’s heart misses a beat. “What?! I’m dying?” His breathing speeds up, hands raking through his hair. “No, no, no, n- no I can’t, my dad- I’m the only one that can save him! I’m the only one who will! If I die, then he’s lost forever and I can’t- I can’t let that happen!”

Why not? the boy asks simply.

Varian balks. “I’m the reason he got trapped in the first place! I have to fix it, I- I have to prove myself!” he insists desperately. “I have to, please.”

Hmm. The boy’s gaze seems considering. Perhaps there’s another way.

Varian inhales sharply. By this point, the cold has traveled to his hands. “What is it?”

Let me help you. I can lend you my strength, and save your dying body. Together, we’ll find the answers you seek. We can be friends.

The boy extends a hand, tilting forward in the air.

I promise.

Ice is forming in Varian’s eyes. He blinks it away and takes the boy’s hand.

The boy’s yellow eyes slant into their half-moon smile again, and suddenly he’s pulling Varian into the air. The abrupt weightlessness makes Varian cry out in surprise, the white world below them getting smaller and smaller as they ascend. And then it’s gone, and there’s nothing around Varian but space and stars and color.

The wind’s gone, and it’s deadly quiet. But it’s still just as cold.

Too late Varian realizes, as the ice starts creeping up his body once more. It’s fast and crushing, swallowing him up, dulling his nerves into noncompliance as he tries to move. He can’t even scream as the frost crawls up his throat, freezing his face in horror.

The last thing he sees are those blazing yellow eyes, watching in triumph, before everything goes black.

Varian’s eyes snap open.

He gives a violent start, gasping for breath. It takes him a few moments to gather his bearings. There’s no snow, no space, no shadowy figure with glowing yellow eyes. He’s on the floor of his lab, everything exactly as he left it, dark and quiet and alone.

No. Not alone.

The voice is less of a sound and more of a feeling, rattling through his bones. Varian cries out in surprise at the sensation, looking around wildly.

“Who’s there?” he demands.

Silence. And then.

A friend, the voice replies. I promised, didn’t I?

Varian’s breath catches as he realizes. That dream- if he can even call it that- the voice sounds like… but no, that’s impossible, isn’t it? It was just a dream, or some kind of hallucination. He’s not well, he’s seeing things, and hearing things-

Something seems to take hold of his heart and squeeze. He can’t even cry out, it’s so intense. When it finally lets up, he’s left struggling to regain his breath once again. Curiously, though, there’s no lingering pain anywhere in his body. He can’t even feel the sting of his wound…

That gives him pause. Something itches at the back of his mind, prompting him, look. Warily, he tugs down the collar of his shirt.

The wound is healed. There’s no sign of it but a faint pink scar- pink not in the way that irritated skin is, but a true bright pink, as if by a dye. Varian stares in mixed horror and fascination. It’s impossible. It’s unnatural. And yet…

Gingerly, he pulls a glove off and brushes his fingers over the scar. There’s no ache, but his skin is cold to the touch.

All the pain is gone. But the chill remains.

Now, let’s start again.

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#tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #false prince varian au #tts varian #rta #my writing

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bisexualsforprompto · 4 years

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Guilt and Love Chapter Three

Even though Gabriel had managed to get an akuma in Lila Rossi’s bag for her convenience in Gotham, as part of their agreement, it was still out of range. He thrust his cane done in frustration as he felt complete static from the connection. There was absolutely no hope in controlling the akuma now, but Gabriel didn’t want to risk scarring his miraculous by trying any further. He had two choices, either end his alliance with Rossi by detransforming, or let her have free roam and run the risk of her going completely off course and not getting him the miraculouses he needed. Gabriel sighed, “Dark wings, fall.” Miss. Rossi was going to be a worse enemy than ally, but her as a rogue akuma could be even more dangerous. He’d have a week to plan his next move before Rossi’s return home. A week before Hell came back again.

Lila felt the rush of adrenaline flood through her veins, Volpina’s abilities surged through her body until...they didn’t. Lila felt the power release and watched as a white butterfly flew past, out of the building. Hawkmoth broke their alliance?! When Lila got back to Paris he was so dead! As Lila felt the wave of becoming herself once again she saw her classmates flock like sheep to her, maybe it could still be used to her advantage. Lila continued her fake sobbing, “Oh, I’m so sorry! I swear I don’t know what came over me! Another spell of my illness.” Damian narrowed his eyes at the girl, he wasn’t sure what had happened and he didn’t know who ‘Hawk moth’ was but he knew that whatever it was wasn’t some illness. The class members still lapped it up though.

“Am I missing something?” Damian asked Marinette. She in turn sighed, she guessed Hawkmoth must’ve been out of range and dropped his transformation, although she’d have to investigate how an akuma got into Gotham in the first place. “Where to even begin? There’s this Parisian villain named Hawkmoth who feeds negative emotions and turns people into supervillains to retrieve the hero Ladybug’s miraculous. He used to also go after Chat Noir’s miraculous but he uh- isn’t doing anything anymore...anyway, I don’t know how an akuma got here for Lila, but the reason nobody’s calling her out on her bs is because of something she said last year. Basically, Lila lied to the whole school claiming she had an illness which made her lie uncontrollably. And of course everybody believed her.” Marinette huffed and rolled her eyes, originally she’d been grateful for that lie but now it was just Lila’s “get out of jail free card”.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? A simple google search would clear up that a disease of that manner is not a thing. What idiots. TT.” Damian scowled as he watched the students fawn over Lila. “Yeah, but she’s a great liar and even when her lies are proved false my class never learns, they just fall for the next one.” Marinette frowned, she couldn’t really tell anybody this but Damian made her comfortable. Damian continued to talk to her making the occasional comment that would make Marinette giggle, his stoic and sarcastic answers that not everybody seemed to pick up on made Marinette feel more at home with him. ‘I could get used to this’

Adrien watched as Marinette giggled with the Wayne boy. ‘Unbelievable’. She didn’t know it yet but she was supposed to be his soulmate! Ladybug was his other half! They completed each other! This guy obviously did something to make it seem like they were soulmates because Adrien knew they couldn’t be. He thought his lady would’ve crawled back to him by now. He was trying to teach his lady a lesson by ignoring her the way she had been ignoring the fact that they were meant to be. Dare he say it, they were endgame.

Adrien sauntered up to the two and grabbed Marinette by the wrist. “Adrien what the hell?” Adrien started dragging her away, saving her from the man who’d bewitched her into thinking she was his soulmate. “I need to talk to you.” “Can’t it wait?!” She scowled. Adrien shook his head, “No princess, I need to talk to you meow.” Marinette faltered just as Damian came storming up to them trying to rescue Marinette. “C-chat?”

Still in a dazed stupor, Marientte found Damian was comforting her and taking her away from Adrien. That was okay with Adrien, he saw everything he needed, on Marinette’s left wrist read “Robin”. Purrfect, Adrien knew exactly what to do.

In Marinette’s shock Damian began to yell at Adrien. The two bickered back and forth for a while until the French class came back to the main lobby, they’d missed the tour.

“Alright students! Let’s get back on the bus now!” Miss Bustier said cheerily. Damian growled, they went on the tour without them! How did the incompetent teacher not notice she was missing two students? Well one student and complete as*hole. Damian glanced back at Adrien who was clambering one the bus. Marinette turned to her soulmate, “Um now that that’s out of the way, do you maybe want to meet up tomorrow? It’s basically a free day, m-maybe we could coffee grab or something, I mean! Grab coffee!” It took all Damian had not to chuckle, keeping a straight face he said, “Sure. That sounds nice. I’ll give you my number and we can plan something.”

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“Ahhhhh Tikki he gave me his number!” Marinette exclaimed as she flopped on the bed in her hotel room. Tikki giggled, she didn’t want to ruin the moment but she sighed. It had to be done, “Marinette, what are you going to do about Adrien?” Marinette shot up, “I-I HAVE NO IDEA! HE’S CHAT NOIR OH MY GOD!” Marinette started to freak out and pace around the room. As Marinette tried to make sense of what was happening she heard a tap on her window. “Hide, Tikki.”

Opening it she saw a man with an armored suit on and an R in the upper corner. He had a cape draping from his shoulders, Marinette recognized him as Robin, one of the heroes in Gotham. Then she realized who the Robin was on her wrist. ‘Could Robin and Damian be one in the same?’ Marinette inspected the man who stood before her, although she couldn’t see his eyes she did rule out that he was Damian, Robin was taller and he had blonde hair, like Adrien’s, not midnight like Damian’s.

“H-hi!” Marinette exclaimed, she didn’t believe it, what was she going to do? She had two soulmates, she was starting to feel really guilty, she should’ve told Damian! “Hey there pr- miss. What brings a pretty girl like you to Gotham?” The blonde boy leered at her. “Um- I- School Trip. Sorry, could you uh back up, you’re making me nervous…” Marinette responded as Robin moved forward to her, pressing her against the wall. “Hmmm. Interesting…” He said to her with a small smirk. “What?!” She squeaked. “You’d look even prettier with your hair down.” The boy reached for her pigtails while Marinette ducked. “You know, look at the time! Maybe you should head back! I’m sure you’ve got lots more important things to do!” Marinette said gently pushing the boy off her. “Marinette it’s okay, I know you’re my soulmate. You don’t have to hide it…” Marinette trembled as the boy brought a finger to her lips, “I’m not! I just, you're making me feel a little uncomfortable…” The blonde chuckled, “Sure darling… I’ll come by again tomorrow.” He said glancing at his ring? Marinette shook her head quickly, he was gone just as quickly as he appeared at her window. ‘Is he really my soulmate?!’

Adrien detransformed. A success. Plagg was able to easily change his outfit and his lady seemed to be falling hard for him. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. ‘Robin’ was going to pay her a couple more visits before the trip ended. It would be glorious, Adrien began to imagine it. First she’d fall for him as Robin and then when he showed her who he really was she’d realize that the Wayne kid was a liar and accept Adrien as her soulmate. Adrien licked his lips, ‘the perfect plan.’

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asrafarel · 7 years

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Galra analysis - part 1 - generics

“Introclaimer”

I can’t really hide my love for Galras anymore and since I’m drawing them a bit (a lot more in the future, yeaas) I need some down-to-earth flatly objective and compulsory depiction of them (also because I’m personally pretty thorough and obsessive with accuracy and avoiding OOCness and I like analysing stuff). Since I could find no compilation about this, I made it myself. Hohohoho!

This is based on the show only; no comics here, I know it’s considered canon but it’s so freaking bad I can’t bring myself to refer to it, also the show got the whole team working on it and thus is a far better reference. There is NO headcanons here, this are only facts and stuff that happened in the show. It’s meant as an objective source of informations. So no shipping, imaginary past, fairy dust or whatever. I don’t claim I’m right about anything, I’m simply compiling existing datas.

And of course, if this helps you with anything, refer yourself to it as much as you’d like.

EDIT: corrections in tabs!

Galra as a race

There has been many theories (all interesting and plausible) about Galra being some kind of mutated kin. We can’t know for sure yet what Galras exactly are, but there is a few indications pointing toward a race with maybe multiple roots in other races/species. Galras are much more diverse than Altean, humans, or Balmerans (or whatever Slav is) in terms of looks and anatomical peculiarities.

Based on Kolivan quote after the Marmora trial: « You’ve awoken the blade. [This is only possible] if Galra blood runs through your veins. », it is pretty safe to assume Galra is a race on it’s own. If Galra blood is running through Keith’s veins, it’s means DNA heritage from his mom (?) => so genetic => so race. I know this sounds like pushing open doors, but it’s important to make it crystal clear. #this is still speculation though #let’s be careful with assumptions

Galras Types

I’ve made a « check table » listing the individual « features » of every Galras we’ve meet in the first 2 seasons. This table will be updated with season 3 and the followings. I was able (arbitrarily but as objectively as possible) to list 3 groups divided into 13 sub-groups (to which I won’t give names because this would be hc and no hc is allowed in this analysis, so i’ll just referred to them with some general concept of something).

Groups

A => First group consisting of Zarkon and the lizard-types. They share common points in ears, shell/scale-like skin and outgrowths.

B => Second group consisting of Manta-ray, Hairy and Furry types. They’re all very alike, hairs put aside. Color spectrum, skin, crest, claws, ears placement, etc.. Basically, they have almost everything in common. Except Sendak who’s a special snowflake.

C => Third group consisting of all sub-groups that are more or less showing altean features. Either the characteristic ears and/or the white hair. Smooth type is here too, because Galra!Allura looks a lot like them.

Sub-groups

1-Tailed => Antok is the only one but so little is known that, except for the fact he’s wielding a Marmoran blade, we couldn’t even be sure he’s Galra. Antok is the most unique Galra meet in the show: tail, 3 fingers, massive built, presumed cyclop.

2-Shell-Skin => the sole representative of this category is Zarkon, hence the very specific shell-like skin covering his body. Myzax got vaguely similar traits, but I don’t think he is considered Galra.

3-Lizard-type-1 => the commander from the Kerberos mission is the only one here and he gets his solo category just because of his fin-ears (which changed half-way) and horned crest, other than this he is pretty close to type-2.

4-Lizard-type-2 => this type got hair (?) and facial hairs they trim in various manner. Note the characteristic ears: same as Zarkon. All blue skinned.

5-Lizard x Manta => Varkon is the unique example we have with those mixed features. Would initially put him under the same category as Haxus and the like, but he’s blue and he’s got “beard”. Also turtle teeth, like Zarkon.

6-Manta Ray-type => could very well be the hairy type but bald. I have not clue about this since I can’t shave Prorok or whatnot. Put them under their own category as a matter of fact, but basically very similar to hairy.

7-Multi-colored => Kolivan is the only one in this category. Very peculiar characteristics which seems like a mix of a few sub-groups (hairy, smooth, manta-ray, Altean-like). Also, 4 colors, very unique.

8-smooth x Altean => initially I thought Ulaz and Kolivan would be pieces from the same game, but no. Ulaz has a lot of Altean-like traits which make him differs a little from Kolivan.

9-x Altean => As yet to be confirmed as part altean (no clue if this is following the GoLion plot). Beside that, nothing much to say: looks like a purple Altean. Except for the color, Lotor doesn’t seem to have any redeeming features from his supposed Galra heritage. Looks just like the smooth type actually. Got his own category because of Altean lineage probability.

10-Smooth => basically any grunt or peon seen falls under this label. Some have beards, some don’t. Based on the poor guy that got smacked into the wall by Allura, they don’t have a crest on their head, but a protruding bonehead.

11-Smooth x Hairy => commander Sideburns™ is a difficult case, because I have no clue what those majestic “sidefringes” are. Is it skin? Hairs? Locks of flesh? It’s drawn like hair so I assumed x hairy type (also, the brows), but he’s got much features from the lizard-types too.

12-Hairy-Type => the most human-like type of Galra. We can’t know for sure what’s under those hairs, how the ears look like exactly, but they share features with the manta-ray type. Only hair and facial/body hairs, no fur whatsoever.

13-Furry => surprisingly Sendak seems to be a rare type of Galra. He’s the only furry appearing in the show as of now and also the only Galra who’s displaying only one color where other Galras, even grunts, have at least a second color. Can also be considered very tall for the race standards, only second to Zarkon (Shiro is the measuring unit).

This closes part 1. The following parts are going to describe each character more in depth. Next part focus on some generic anatomical concepts and the detailed presentation of each sub-group.

The Blade of Marmora will be the subject of part 3. <3 Any comment, ask, question, feedback is welcome. :) Hope you found it interesting! @luckprayer @chocolatemoosey (guess what, i’m rewatching XD) @candyfoxdraws (might interest you TT)

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