#i had completely forgotten what og midnight even looks like

[strqyr]

cinder @ beacon, aka the faculty has to deal with a strq spawn five-ish years earlier.

also does midnight's hilt and the part of the blade sticking out near it remind anyone else of harbinger, or is that just me? ...just me? coolcoolcool.

#rwby #cinder fall #cinder branwen au #strqyr.png #ft. friendship bracelet from ruby #i had completely forgotten what og midnight even looks like #SHAME #it's a very pretty weapon #remake it cinder i'm begging

[rosemary-is-in-pesterquest]

Its sad and funny looking at past hs2 team stuff and seeing them be happy and hopeful about hs2, doing the whole "you're welcome" stuff and all that. And then you fast forward to now...

It's depressing especially how much hs2 was hyped, with even polygon I think making an article about it, and hs2 trending on Twitter. Now, people barely even remember it because of how slow the pacing is and what a big "fuck you" it is to fans. Hs2 is leisurely being discarded by the fanbase and will most likely be forgotten about like it was a fever dream once it ends. Kinda like pesterquest: everyone was raving about that for the few months it went on, but the moment Dirk's pq dropped and got finished, nobody even talks about pq anymore aside from salvaging the sprites (which are an absolute blessing btw).

Honestly, I don't even think the new kids won't stop being super niche. Once hs2 ends, there'll probably only be like a handful of people who remember them tbh. (As much as I love Harry, there's definitely no way that fucker is gonna be on the same popular ground as the og kids or even the midnight crew.)

I have a huge confession here though: in the beginning of hs2, when it was fresh and new, I actually did quite like it and wanted to keep track of where it was going. I genuinely did think hs2 had some great potential, and the design reveals of the characters was really fun. I was so fucking excited when Clown Logistics dropped on Christmas Eve and the candy kids were revealed. Even after the Rosebot and Terezi update, with that single fucking page with verbal vomit everywhere like a dyslexic person's nightmare, I still had hope that hs2 could be good and interesting. But then after awhile, the hs2 updates stopped being so fun and slow after candy Rose and Kanaya's designs dropped. That's when the writing quality shat itself and the writers started being annoying as fuck. Seeing those orange letters on my screen felt like a chore to read and everything started getting uncomfortable within the comic and the hs2 section of the fandom, and then Jane got turned into a child abuser because muh villain and the fandom started seeing however the characters were portrayed in hs2 as stone-set canon and ignored the fact hs2 was called "dubious".

Then I realized how dumb as fuck it was that the characters got restarted to how they were before the game started and how shitty the writing was and fetishistic hs2 was being, that somehow it beat og hs in that factor. I wouldn't even be surprised if someone mistakes hs2 as a fetish comic.

Equius' fetish introduction was disturbing yeah, but it was funny and didn't treat the fact Equius liked drinking his lusus' man milk as something incredibly serious. Yiffy's whole situation isn't supposed to be funny; her name is, yeah, but her character and origins are supposed to be 100% serious and not slapping my got damn knee like an old man funny. They treat Yiffy as a serious character and give her this whole angst background, completed with weird shots of her getting shocked and Pip's weird comment about a 15 year old. This is what makes Yiffy come off as a serious fetish character. I'm glad I hightailed the fuck out of the hs2 fanbase because I can't imagine having to wait each month for one update that's centered around Dave talking about what Karkat's asshole tastes like while meat Roxy morphs into a carbon copy of Dave and gets misgendered for the 10th time as candy Jade explains in thorough detail to Yiffy that she came from her dog cock that firstly belonged to Bec so that makes her Bec's kid as well.

Tl;dr: Fuck hs2 and its bullshit lore, stan rosemary and watch The Last American Virgin

#I just wanna go back to when the candy kids designs first dropped bro........ #simpler times #also just to clarify half of this is jokes #the only part you should take seriously is the tldr

[ask-the-riders]

War’s New Friend

War happens to stumble upon a resident of the riders’ timeline that no one knows about, and while he seems peaceful enough, he reeks of death and she can’t understand a single word he says

((I used a translator for him, since he’s Danish. The translator can be found here, hopefully it’s accurate ^^” all the translations will be underneath the blurb. Also, I’m gonna offer a warning for implied abuse in part of the beginning))

The glitch let out a deep sigh, hugging her knees close to her chest as she sat. She quietly looked out over the pond before her, her thoughts drifting from one subject to another. She'd found a total of nine different ponds in the long forgotten caves of Waterfall, one of which was large enough to be considered a lake, and she'd deemed this particular one her favorite. She wasn't sure why, but something just felt... Different, about it. Her thoughts drifted to the dream she'd had recently; She recognized the tree of feelings and the set of tiny twins that sat together beneath it, but that wasn't what the dream was mostly about. She remembered the human child she saw in it and frowned. He'd burst out of his home in tears, a large patch of reddening skin on his face. She recalled the way he isolated himself, his dark, curly hair an absolute mess atop his head as he slipped his body into a long dead and hollowed out tree. He'd curled in on himself and sobbed, his speech incoherent as he babbled to himself, and War's frown deepened. Remembering the way she used to hide from Error when she was a child, her soul ached. In watching the child, she could see herself. She pitied him, and if she could go back in time to help him, she knew she would. No child deserved to feel that way, and they certainly didn't deserve to live the way that he did.

A noise got the rider's attention, pulling her back into the current moment. Hearing what vaguely sounded like a splash, she looked around, her brow bones furrowing as she tried to locate the source of the noise. When she saw nothing, she made a face; Well that was weird. She convinced herself that it was probably nothing, but then she abruptly froze, her nonexistent stomach turning as the stench of death came from something nearby. Tugging her scarf up over her face in hopes of filtering out the smell, she grumbled under her breath. Alright, that was even weirder. What in the world could possibly be giving off such an odor?

Another sound that was similar to growling could be heard directly behind her and she whirled around, nearly slipping off of the rock she'd been sitting on. Unable to identify the face she was looking up at, she lashed out, producing her threads and quickly ensnaring the person that'd crept up on her. He was momentarily caught off guard, but then tilted his head, groaning softly and lightly tugging at the threads, as if testing their strength. Still trying to use her scarf to filter out the stench that he brought with him, she narrowed her eyes, "Ok, who the hell are you, and what are you doing, creeping around in these caves?" Shifting his attention back to her, his head remained tilted and he stared in silence. War made a sound in irritation, tightening her threads around him, "Well?! Don't you have anything to say for yourself, weirdo?" The undead man before her held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, "Hej, ikke så stram! Slap af, lille. Jeg mener ikke nogen skade!" The glitch paused at finally hearing him speak, and she arched a brow bone, "...Can you even understand what I'm saying to you?" He tugged at her threads again, his expression going blank after a moment, "Slip mig lige nu, ellers klikker jeg på alle disse strenge." War rolled her eye lights, "Whatever, dude. I'm gonna let go of you now, but if you take one more step closer to me, I'll end you. You got that? Stay. Away. From. Me."

He grumbled something under his breath and she reluctantly released her hold on him. He flexed his arms once they were freed, a sickening popping sound coming from his joints and making the rider gag. Trying to brush off the effect the sound had on her, she cleared her throat, "So... You got a name? What the hell am I supposed to call you?" He was silent for a moment, seeming to consider something before responding, "Hvorfor betyder det noget, hvis jeg har et navn? Jeg er død." War made a face, "Fine, fine. I guess I'll have to call you 'Stankass' then, huh? Until we figure something out, at least." The dead man furrowed his brows and frowned, "Tænk ikke engang på det." War stared at him for a few seconds, "...If you can understand me, hold one finger up." The man let out a deep sigh and grumbled, "Skal jeg?" War pinched the bridge of her nose, "Y'know what? Never mind. Forget I asked." Looking down at her, he arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement crossing his expression. Catching it, the rider deadpanned, "...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He fell silent, allowing his amusement to become clearer than before, and in response, War let out an exaggerated groan, "Unbelievable. Before you frustrate me any more, I think I'm gonna go home. Seeya later, Stankass." Turning her back to him, she began to walk away, ignoring his confusion as he watched her. A few seconds passed before she narrowed her eyes, feeling a presence directly behind her.

Her pace came to a halt and she turned, appearing not the slightest bit surprised as she looked at him. Noticing that he'd started following her, she made a face, "You have to stay here, dude. You can't follow me." Once again tilting his head, he furrowed his brows, "Men... Du ville være alene da, og børn bør ikke rejse alene." The glitch stared up at him and hummed, "I can't understand you, deadhead. You have to stay here though, you'll freak out everyone at the house." She turned her back to him again without another word and started to walk, only to be abruptly stopped. Looking back, she spotted one of his hands grasping part of her shirt, and she narrowed her eyes, shifting her gaze to him, "...I said no, Stankass. You stay, I go. It's simple. Now, let go of my shirt." He grunted, hesitantly releasing her shirt after a moment. Realizing that he'd done as she asked, she spun around to face him, one hand balled into a fist while she raised the other and pointed, her hand directly in front of his face, "You are SUCH a little shit, oh my god! I KNEW you could understand me!" Rather than responding, he merely scooped her up into his arms, "Jeg vil også gå. Når du kommer sikkert hjem, forlader jeg og vender tilbage til min dam." War's cheekbones flushed a bright shade of midnight blue and she nearly screeched, "What do you think you're doing?! Put me down, bastard!" No sooner had she started struggling, had he narrowed his solid white eyes at her and growled lowly.

Hearing the sound, War froze, her sockets widening until they were nearly the same size as small saucers. Satisfied with her reaction, he began to walk, keeping her close to himself. Concluding that he wouldn't be letting her down anytime soon, she began to consider using a shortcut. Would that even work, though?... He'd snuck up behind her without producing even a single sound, and if it wasn't for the way he smelled, she might not have even sensed him standing there. He didn't seem at all threatened by her threads either when she caught him; If anything, he just seemed surprised. Once his surprise had passed, he was completely calm and confident, without even a trace of fear or uncertainty.

She had no idea what he was capable of. For all she knew, he might be able to teleport after her.

"Fortæl mig, hvor jeg skal hen." Being pulled from her thoughts, she sighed; She had no idea what he'd just said, but if he was really so insistent on going with her, she might as well give him directions. Caving, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to his shirt, trying to make herself feel more secure, "Keep going. We need to exit the cave and get out onto the main pathway." He nodded, falling silent as he continued walking. The rider glanced around, her figure glitching in surprise as her phone went off, playing a text message alert sound. Shifting slightly in the dead man's arms, she dug into one of her pockets and withdrew her phone. Unlocking it and opening the message, she let out a soft breath. Ah. It was a message from Famine, asking if she'd be home in time for dinner. War took a moment to consider how she'd respond. Deciding on a good response, she typed her message out and sent it. It wasn't long before he texted back, but she chose to stuff her phone back into her pocket. At the speed they were currently moving, she desperately prayed they'd reach the house as soon as possible. Realistically, she'd probably make the undead weirdo put her down just outside the edge of the property. Then, since his scent would undoubtedly cling to her now, she'd use magic to conceal it. Famine had the best nose out of the group, so it'd be him that she'd have to try the hardest to slip by. Furrowing her brow bones, she stayed quiet, continuing to observe her surroundings. She knew her new companion likely couldn't help the way he smelled, so she didn't blame him for it. Being so close to him though... No thanks. She tugged her scarf up over the lower half of her face again. At this rate, she'd need to run a load of laundry and shower. If she could find someone's perfume or cologne, she'd also be spraying herself down with that. Whatever it took to get the stench of death and decay off of herself, she'd do it.

A moment passed in silence before her new companion spoke, his voice gruff and low, “Draug.” The glitch looked up at him curiously, arching a brow bone, “…What?” He glanced at her and continued walking, raising his voice the smallest bit. “Draug. Jeg hedder Draug.” She stared at him, dumbfounded and unsure what to say. Seeing the look on her face, he deadpanned; Was she seriously making him go through this right now? Letting out a deep sigh, he shifted her in his arms and used a hand to pat his chest, “Draug. Jeg er Draug.” War furrowed her brow bones again, “…Draug?” He gave a quick and eager nod, gesturing to himself, “Draug!” The rider tilted her head, “I’m guessing that’s your name?” Nodding again, he made a sound in confirmation, “Det er.” She blinked, momentarily seeming surprised, “…Huh. I didn’t think you’d actually tell me. If we’re finally doing introductions, my name’s War.” Her undead companion glanced at her curiously, “Krig?... Dit navn er krig?” War made a face, unsure of how she should respond, “Uhh… How do you say ‘War’ in your language?” Draug looked at her blankly, “Krig.” She blinked, “Oh. Ok then. I guess that’s pretty simple.” If he had pupils and irises, Draug would’ve made sure she could see him rolling his eyes at her. She cleared her throat, “Do you think you’d be willing to learn how to speak English?… I feel like it’d be easier to communicate if I could understand you the way that you understand me. I could even try to help you, if you wanted.”

Draug hummed in consideration; She had a point. Communication would definitely be easier if she could understand him. He sighed softly and nodded, “Jeg vil prøve at lære engelsk, men kun hvis du prøver at lære dansk også.” Although she wasn’t sure what exactly he said, she registered his nod as acceptance and glanced away from him, almost appearing awkward, “Cool, cool… Thanks, dude. I appreciate that.”

~~~

Translations:

"Hej, ikke så stram! Slap af, lille. Jeg mener ikke nogen skade!" = "Hey, not so tight! Calm down, small one. I don't mean any harm!"

"Slip mig lige nu, ellers klikker jeg på alle disse strenge." = "Release me right now, or else I'll snap all of these strings"

"Hvorfor betyder det noget, hvis jeg har et navn? Jeg er død." = "Why does it matter if I have a name? I'm dead."

"Tænk ikke engang på det." = "Don't even think about it."

"Skal jeg?" = "Do I have to?"

"Men... Du ville være alene da, og børn bør ikke rejse alene." = "But... You would be alone then and children should not travel alone."

"Jeg vil også gå. Når du kommer sikkert hjem, forlader jeg og vender tilbage til min dam." = "I want to go too. When you get home safely, I'll leave and return to my pond."

"Fortæl mig, hvor jeg skal hen." = "Tell me where I'm going."

“Jeg hedder Draug.” = “My name is Draug.”

“Draug. Jeg er Draug.” = “Draug. I’m Draug.”

“Det er.” = “It is.”

“Krig?... Dit navn er krig?” = “War… Your name is War?”

“Jeg vil prøve at lære engelsk, men kun hvis du prøver at lære dansk også.” = “I will try to learn English, but only if you try to learn Danish too.”

#writing #war.exe #draug.exe #tw implied abuse #feel free to let me know if any of the translations are wrong! #riderverse #riderverse au #undertale #undertale au #riders of the apocalypse #four horsemen of the apocalypse

[iloveyou-morethanthis]

Mine, Yours, Ours.

Arabian Nights/Aladdin AU (loose LOOSE inspiration)

Word Count: 1500ish

Pairing: Jongin x OG Fem Character

Kyungsoo x OG Fem Character

Summary: One Prince is destined to fall. Both intended to rule. Only balance can prevail.

Chapter One: Adventures and Balance

Hot. He thought. Why is it always so fucking hot?

It'd be nice. Living in a castle next to an oasis, seeing the lush green in the midst of this god forsaken sand. Sand. Who the fuck even likes sand? It gets into places it was never invited...Hmm that's a nice riddle. I'll pocket that for lat— “OW! What the hell?” He shouted, rubbing the back of his head where he had just been assaulted with the woollen sleeping rolls..

“You were daydreaming again.” She said bluntly.

“Your highness...” he warned.

“Yes?” She beamed at him. Her smile was sweet, but deadly. He knew that better than anyone.

“You should call me ‘Your highness’.”

Her smile faded into something more devious. “As far as I'm concerned that title was stripped from you.”

“Not stripped,” he charged, “Hidden. We have a secret mission, but that doesn't make me any less of a Prince.”

“That's exactly what it sounds like to me.” She dead panned. “And besides! My title wasn't removed, in fact it's the only thing keeping you alive, Your Highness.”

“Ugh! You can be so—”

“Stop bickering, Your Majesties. It's time to depart.” A large man, almost broad as he was tall placed a sack into the young Prince’s hands.

“UMPH” Jongin stumbled back with the weight of the pack given to him. The young princess laughing hysterically at him.

Ugh, Can you not act like you're enjoying this so much? He thought perhaps bringing his bride to be and life long best friend on this quest was possibly the worst idea. However, he knew if he had chosen someone else then she would still be here, by his side, as she always had been and always would be. Although he'd never admit it, it was what he loved most about her.

You're braver than I ever could be, that's why I need you here.

“Come on, Nini. Daylight is burning.” She said as she mounted her camel.

“It's always burning” he grumbled.

“We should arrive by sunset,” Sehun spoke up, securing the rest of their belongings before mounting.

Jongin secured his packs and made sure there was no evidence of their camp. Once he was satisfied, he too mounted, and the last leg of the journey began.

One more day, till he sees the city of his forefathers.

Talā.

The young man stood at the edge of his balcony overlooking the kingdom. This time of year was his favorite. Sure, it was unbearably hot. The sun beating down unforgivingly, but the nights were so cool, it always made him wonder how two opposites could exist so peacefully. One never overtaking the other, each doing their part, each holding their perfect roles and never forsaking them.

Roles. Harmony. Balance. That's what this world is about.

Roles, each is given to one at birth. It is our duty to maintain that role and do justly in that role. To do well. For ourselves. For our family. For others. Harmony. It is created when everyone and everything continues in their roles. Balance is what keeps everything in check.

This our guide to living a good life. His grandfather would tell him.

Balance. Balance is what Kyungsoo holds most dear in his life. Balance is more that equality, it is a flow of control. Life is an ever changing, unforgiving circumstance. The everflow of change creates chaos and madness, creates sorrow and pain, but through it all he can see it. The balance. The control it holds in life itself is magnificent. It is strong, unyielding, even fate (some would say) always bows to balance. Balance is a true judge, brings the poor to power and leaves kings in ruin. It breeds opportunity for the unfortunate and brings the fortuitous to their knees.

Balance, Kyungsoo thought, it is the one thing I trust, but the only thing I was born to fight.

He was unsure how long he stood there looking over his kingdom, thoughts wandering among the people, till a knock came upon his door. Only then did the Crown Prince notice the sunlight had begun to fade. A cool breeze swept through his hair as he called out, “You may enter.”

He heard the familiar footsteps of his servant and oldest confidant approaching. “Forgive me, Baekhyun, I lost track of time.”

The young man looked at his prince with concern, all thoughts of the party below were lost. “Are you feeling well Your Majesty?”

Only then does Kyungsoo turn to his friend. With a soft smile he tells him genuinely, “I'm well. I am nervous. Tonight is an important night to the kingdom. To our family. It is something I would rather not mess up.” The corner of his lips turned into a smile. He could see the relief wash over Baekhyun.

“Sir, you always call us your family–”

Kyungsoo lifted a hand to the young man's shoulder. “How many times do I have to tell you, you are my brother. Maybe not by blood, but certainly in spirit. Everyone in this castle, everyone in this kingdom is someone who I hold dear, closer than family. That is how I've lived, and that is how I intend to rule. The people of our kingdom share together in our sufferings and share together in our joys. That is what family is? No?” It was a rhetorical question, for he already knew the answer.

Since Kyungsoo’s father passed before assuming the throne, he was groomed to be king from an early age. Kyungsoo's grandfather was and still is king and an able body man, at that. There was no need for the kingdom to rush Kyungsoo to the throne. His grandfather over saw all his training and studies, giving the young boy of 10 years control over all trade routes. Needless to say he was taught to learn from his mistakes. The one thing his grandfather always made sure was that his duties always put him outside the castle. Working alongside his people Kyungsoo learned what being a ruler meant. Ruling was not done from an unapproachable throne, but done through being present, available, and working through the hardships together, as a family.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” Baekhyun smiled. “Now then, let's get you dressed to impress.” The boy winked.

Kyungsoo tried not to roll his eyes, if there was one thing he hated more than parties it was getting dressed for said parties.

Seeing the despairing face of the prince Baekhyun laughed, putting on his best King Jungsuk act , “One must look presentable in the face of their future family.”

At that the two young men doubled over in laugher. It was not long before Kyungsoo was dressed in the finest suit, a dark iris dyed material woven with golden threads. Baekhyun placed a matching sash as dark as midnight ‘round the prince’s shoulder. He used a broach of pressed gold, shaped in the likeness of the family crest to pin the sash above his left shoulder. He stepped aside to admire his handy work. “If she wasn't already in love with you I'd say you'd enchant her. But since you're already engaged, you can say I've sealed the deal! You can thank me later.” With a wink the man was gone before Kyungsoo could react.

That bastard. He laughed, He thinks we're together because of him. He's not completely wrong, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't ever look this put together. He gave himself a once over before heading to the courtyard. The guests were starting to arrive, and she was already waiting for him.

His name was announced as he decended the stairs. All eyes were on him, but his were on her.

Gorgeous. Magnificent. A goddess in her own right. These were words he knew he could never tell her. She wouldn't let him live it down. He took in her appearance, a golden dress that shimmered in the fire light. The perfect contrast to her ebony skin. Her body practically glowed. When the fire light hit her dress he could see the reflections dance across her skin. On her head was a matching golden tiara weaved together like vines with a perfect emerald sitting at the crown of her head. Stunning. He told himself. She was nothing short of stunning.

By the time he made his way to her he had forgotten all his words. He was sure he needed to say hello, maybe even bow, but all he did was stare. He stared deep into her brown eyes. He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that just staring, smiling like a fool, but he'd stay like that forever if he could.

She smiled brightly at the prince. “So, you gonna stare at me all night or are we gonna dance?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Stare. No. Dance. No. Definitely dance. Not staring, I mean, I didn't—.” He was still tripping over his words when she laughed and pulled him onto the dance floor. She put his arms around him and leaned close to his ear, “I love you, Do Kyungsoo.” That was all it took, his nerves were gone, his mind was clear. All he could think was, I love you too.

#exo #jongin #kyungsoo #kai #do #d.o #original character #arabian nights #aladdin AU #kyungsoo angst #jongin fluff #exo mystery #action #adventure