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dawn-petrichor-world · 1 year

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Weeping Angel

A/N: At the beginning, I sent to @holylulusworld the idea and it was cool and simple and then I could not stop thinking about writing it down and accidentally I discovered it’s a mixed between DW and Marvel universe. Kinda.

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Summary: What if it is not Steve Rogers who goes back in time for love.

▪️In nineteen ninety three, a young woman draws the attention of Bucky Barnes at a bar, she looks lost due to the outfit she wears and she’s not from here by the way she talks and obviously he is not the one who does the first step to talk with her. Even though she can defend herself against some drunk man, she appreciates being rescued by the tall elegant man who carries a little bit in sideways a military hat on his head.

The young soldier completely abandons his friend and talks all night long with the unknown young lady. Although the barman cleans the pub and has to close it, sunshine and moonlight have no choice but to spend time somewhere else. It’s an unforgettable night they don’t even realise the sun goes up. Bucky Barnes becomes addicted to her and wants to spend more time with her.

▪️After he disappears, kidnapped by Hydra and becomes The Winter Soldier, he is saved one more time by his best friend in twenty-one centuries. Bucky Barnes does a low profile but he recognises a velvet voice that he never forgot and then scans the pub. She is there, the same young lady he met decades ago. Her outfit was quite similar she had worn in the past. She has fresh-faced, radiant with no wrinkles.

He stands in front of her and is staring at her for too long. That’s awkward but strangely she doesn’t seem uncomfortable with this situation and instead of saying something when he kisses her, she doesn’t push him away.

The way Bucky kisses her could stop any heart but after regaining their breath, he realises she doesn’t know who he is.

When she walks out of the pub, he tries to catch her up but she’s vanished.

▪️In Wakanda, Shuri finds some information about what happened to Bucky Barnes’s friend but nothing is clear and has sense.

The mysterious woman worked on a device to travel in time called “Weeping Angel” but there’s no information about her work and no one knows what happened to her or the people who she collaborated with.

Shuri finds out that two women, the one from Bucky’s past and the one he met before he’s been cured, had the same physic in pictures, the same name, were interested both in technology but they were born in different years and in different countries. Maybe the same family but things seem uncanny for the winter soldier.

▪️In an astounding mansion where live plenty of animals and orphans, on the last floor in a quiet room lulled by the laughter of kids in the playground and some animals’ sounds, an old woman is laying on a bed.

Bucky walks slowly towards her and removes the curtain to see her clearly.

Even with white hair and wrinkles, he recognises her perfectly, she’s the young lady he met and spent time with.

But there, she is exhausted and looking at the tall elegant blue eyes man, gives him a wide smile that brightened her face and holds her hand to touch him.

“It’s like time forgets you.” She whispers.

“I thought exactly the same thing for you once, sunshine.” He replies, then he bends over to kiss her between her cheek and her lips. Their relationship is blurry even though the feelings have never changed.

But before he stands up, she grabs his face and presses her lips on his. Then tells him goodbye correctly this time.

▪️Bucky Barnes’ heart breaks into pieces in his chest. He exchanges a long conversation with Steve Rogers after the Blip and saving the world from Thanos. He does his last goodbye to everybody he knows, who helped him and goes back in time. Perhaps there will have a “Happy ever after” between sunshine and moonlight.

Thanks for reading it. Hope you like it. My Masterlists. My Marvel Masterlists.

#Bucky Barnes #The Winter Soldier #Marvel #mention of hydra #mention of steve rogers #time travel #weeping angel

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km0w0 · 4 months

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He's leaving the shop to get some herbs

#my beloved #ASRA MENTION🔥🔥🔥🔥#asra alnazar #asra the magician #asra the arcana #the arcana #the arcana fanart #the arcana game #asra fanart #asra alnazar fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #kmo art #my fanart #fanart #my art #nyx hydra

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originalcontent · 3 months

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Given the bajillion different interpretations of vampires out there, in your opinion which flaw is the most fundamental to them and should be present in every adaptation?

#vampires #poll #very important question pls respond #not including decapitation. everything is vulnerable to decapitation they're not special.#well okay hydras aren't vulnerable to it but MOST things #aside from that i think this is most of the big ones #honorable mention to the ''has to count grains of salt'' flaw. can you imagine a story that includes vampires and that's their only weaknes #i was thinking of adding ''always falls in tragic love with a young mortal'' but i don't know any interpretations where that's always true #...i say even though i also know there are some vampires for whom pretty much none of these are the case #like in twilight i think none of these apply. they can live off animal blood right? i haven't read it. not to say they aren't valid.#wait do twilight vampires have reflections?#anyway my personal favorite is the invitations one but i think blood and sunlight are usually higher priorities for me

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pestopastaenjoyer · 10 months

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#pls feel free to tag ur own these were the ones that came to mind at first thought #honorable mentions: w rizz zack #‘I’m kind of omniscient’#and who could forget ‘no. IM ME.’ and ‘got it memorized????’#and ‘GET UP ON THE HYDRA’S BACK’#kingdom hearts #kh #kh sora #kh riku #mickey mouse #donald duck #goofy #kh aqua #kh terra

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captainrogers-thepatriot · 2 months

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The Forgotten Child part 1

Summary: Steve goes on a mission to find a weapon at a Hydra lab and instead discovers a boy with strange powers. The child is found malnourished and badly abused. Steve decides then to take the child home and give him a loving home. Yet things take a turn when they discover other plans had been made for the child by people who wanted to use him for there own gain.

Trigger warning: mention of abuse and neglect

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It had been a total of 60 years since Steve had went back in time to start a life with Peggy. They got married, had children and now the two of them lived together in the home they raised their kids in. Peggy was in her 80s and certainly was begining to look her age. Although Steve still believes she was still the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on. Steve well he looked the same as before. Still fit and looked in his 20s, although he was far from that in years.

When Peggy and him were raising their kids, Peggy worked at shield and Steve was a stay at home dad to their children. Now Peggy had recently retired and Steve was going on missions for shield. Although only high level agents even knew he was still alive.

On a recent mission he rescued a boy. This boy was being used as a lab rat by Hydra. They had injected him with different chemicals and liquid elements hoping to create a super serum of their own. Most of these chemicals only caused the child pain and horrible side effects.

Steve entered his home holding the boy in his arms. The child clinging onto Steve as if he was a life raft. The child was extremely pale and had scars and bruises all over his body. He was extremely thin. Hel looked like he hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time. He had long blonde hair and blue eyes.

Peggy sat in the living room reading when she saw Steve and the child. She couldn't but gasp at the sight of the child. She immediately got up and rushed to them.

“What happened to him?” Peggy asked.

“Hydra. They were experimenting on him, trying to recreate the super serum.” Steve told her.

“Those heartless bastards.” Peggy exclaimed. “I knew they were bad…but this is a new level. This poor. Does he have any family to go to?”

“The mother died. I tried to save her, but she was killed as we were trying to escape.” Steve told her.

As he said that the boy began to cry silently. Peggy put out her arms and motioned for Steve to pass her the child.

She rocked the child and kissed his head.

“Your alright, dearie.” Peggy assured the child. “Your safe here. We won't let anyone hurt you.”

“The father, isn't around. The kid said he never met him.” Steve continued.

“Anyone else? An aunt or uncle.”

“I checked. There's no one else.” Steve answered. “So don't freak out, hear me out. I was thinking we could take him in and raise him. This poor kid has been through hell and the last thing he needs is more term oil. He needs love, a home and family. We can provide that for him. If we're to go into the foster system, it's likely he will get a family that wont care about him, who won't give him the attention he needs. It's a broken system. He also has abilities, ones that he can't control and I'm sure if he went into foster care, he would just be shuffled from home to home. He doesn't need that he needs stability. I know that you just retired and I know that you were looking forward to spending more time together. Especially now that the kids are out of the house. But I really think we need to help this boy. He really needs us and I think-”

“Steve, would you shut up for a second?” Peggy laughed. “Of course we can take him in. I agree he needs a good home, a good family. We can provide that for him. I don't know how many years I have left. But I know I want to continue to make a difference in people's lives until I die.”

“Your the most amazing woman to ever exist. That's a fact.” He replied.

“Aw Darling, your so sweet.” Peggy answered. “Your a good man, with a big heart. It's wonderful that you want to help him. I will be at your side to do that too.”

Peggy set down the kid onto the couch. Then Steve hugged Peggy and kissed her lips. He felt so thankful to have a wife as kind as her.

She then looked to the child with a smile.

“Hello little love, my name is Peggy Rogers.” Peggy began. “Your new friend Steve is my husband.”

The child just stared at her, nervous and unsure about this new person.

“I just made some chocolate chip cookies would you like to try some?” Peggy continued, putting out her hand to the child.

The child looked to Steve. He smiled at him and nodded.

“You can trust her.” Steve told the child. “I have trusted my life to her many times, she has never failed me once.”

The boy moved forward and then took Peggy's hand. She then lead him to the kitchen.

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Peggy watched as she sat across from the boy and he scarfed down her cookies. It was strange especially cause she was a horrible cook. No one liked her cookies, expect steve. Whom she’d venture only said he liked them to make her happy.

She looked at the little boy up and down, he looked as if he hadn't eaten in days.

“Did they feed you at Hydra?” Peggy questioned.

“One meal a day, it was a protein bar with water.” The boy answered. “My mom would sometimes try to sneak me more food. But they would hurt her if she got caught. I didn't like seeing mommy hurt.”

“Course not.” Peggy answered with sympathy.

“Did you see what happened to your mother?” Peggy asked.

She hoped the answer would be no. This child didn't need more emotional scars.

“Me, and mommy and Mr. Steve were running out of the building. The bad guys they had guns and they shot at us. A bullet came toward me and mommy blocked it. She got hit instead of me.”

“Sounds like she's a very brave woman.” Peggy said. “I wish I could have met her.”

“She was the best. Me and her played lots of games like ‘I Spy’ and ‘Going on a Picnic’. Oh and she loved to tell me stories about heros like Hercules and Robin Hood. She knew lots of stories just from her head.”

“Wow that's really lovely.”

“Do you know any stories?” the boy asked.

“I don't know many by heart. I do have a bookshelf of stories though, that I can read to you.”

“wow that's a lot.” The child remarked.

“Do you have a name by the way?” Peggy asked.

“They called me 2342 at Hydra.”

This saddened Peggy further.

“Well we will have to change that and think of something proper to call you.” Peggy told him.

“Okay.” He answered simply. “Like what?”

“My husband and I, raised all girls. They were wonderful, strong, beautiful girl who grew into extraordinary women. Anyways Steve always said if we had a boy, he'd want to name it James after his best friend.”

“I like that name.” The boy answered.

He was silent for a moment. He appeared to be thinking.

“Are you and Steve going to me my new mommy and daddy?”

“If you want us to. We're going to take care of you. You don't have to call us mommy and daddy if you don't want to you. You can if you’d like too.”

“....Well I never had a Dad so I would like one. I ldon't know if I want a new mom, I really liked the one I had.”

“That's okay, love. I understand.” She told him. “You do what feels right to you.”

“One last thing, do you know how to take a bath? Cause honestly, my love, you stink.”

“What's a bath?” James asked.

“Your gonna find out.” Peggy answered.

Peggy then took the child to the bathroom and drew him a bath. As she took off his clothes she noticed scars on his back. She didn't want to know how or why. She was sure it was a tragic story. They were long scars as if he had been cut. On his arms were red bumps, which she had assumed were injection scars. She cleaned the child. There was layers and layers dirt on his skin, she had to scrub hard to get any of it off.

*****

Steve had been cooking lunch in the kitchen. It was a simple meal of homemade macaroni and cheese.

He had set the table with the macaroni pot in the center of the table. He also had the radio playing the latest baseball game. He loved the LA dodgers, he used to root for the dodgers when they were in Brooklyn.

Peggy then entered the kitchen holding James’s hand. James was dressed in one of Peggy’s pajama tops. It had pink and blue striped with buttons down the front. He wore matching striped pants and a pink robe over the outfit. The clothes were clearly to long for him. The sleeves consumed his arms and he had to roll up the pants legs to be able to walk.

Steve could contain his laugher at seeing the child.

“I didn't have anything in the the house that would fit him.” Peggy explained. “I tried putting him in one of your pajama sets but it was worse.”

“We will have to go into town and buy him some clothes tomorrow.” Steve replied. “For tonight, it's fine, at least he will be warm and clean.”

“Thank you for the clothes. These are comfy.” James spoke. “I like them alot. I didn't get many new clothes before.”

They then sit down and begin to eat.

“Can I ask a question.” James spoke.

“Of course, always.” Steve answered.

“Why did you save me?” he asked looking to Steve.

Steve was taken back by that question. Did he not want to be saved? Wasn't he unhappy living the way he was?

“Well because Hydra was hurting you and I wanted you to be safe and happy.”

“But you didn't even know me. Why would you care about someone you don't know?”

“people are people and they all deserve to live happy lives. They deserve to be shown love and joy. Your no different. When I see someone in trouble, I want to help, I want to help them have a better life.”

“That's really kind.” James answered.

There was silence as they continued eating.

“Also Peggy said you two had daughters. What happened to them?” James asked.

“They grew up, they are still around.” Steve told him. “They just don't live here anymore. One has a family of her own now and the other moved away to follow a job.”

“Oh. Are they nice?”

“Very. ones a school teacher and the other is working as an field agent for the government.” Steve answered. “you will meet them some day.”

“I would like to meet them.” James answered. “There your kids so I'm sure they are really nice.”

“Is there anything you want to know about us?” Steve asked.

“What do you do for work?”

“I'm retired. I used to be the director for a government organization.” Peggy answered.

“I was retired and now I'm working as a agent to a government organization. Which your going to have to keep a secret.”

“I can do that.” James answered.

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Then suddenly Tony Stark showed up at the home. He has a key since Peggy has always been close with, ever since he was a child. she saw him as a son she never had.

“So we have a bit of a crisis going on.” Tony began. “How come neither one of you answer your phone?”

“There turned off. It's dinner time.” Peggy answered. “You could eat with us if you like, Anthony. Just grab a plate.”

“no thank you Aunt Peggy.” Tony answered. “Although I'm sure the food is great. I'm here on shield business.”

“What's wrong?” Peggy questioned.

Tony noticed the child sitting with them.

“No no no no no! What is wrong with you!?” Tony shouted.

Then he glared at Steve then pointed to him.

“Him. Are you trying to get me fired? Or are you just unwilling to follow any instructions set for you? You were supposed to retrieve him and bring hin back to shield that was what was agreed on. That was your mission.”

#trigger warning mention of abuse and neglect #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #peggy carter #mcu #bucky barnes #marvel comics #tony stark #black widow #shield #hydra #hawkeye #sam wilson #iron man #nick fury #the forgotten child #thread series the forgotten child

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gay-jewish-bucky · 2 years

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Looking at Bucky's time in captivity being used as The Winter Soldier, who's existence was in itself a conspiracy, through the lens of him being Jewish, there is so much potential to analyse the connection conspiracy theories have to antisemitism.

Especially with how it relates to McCarthyism and the U.S. government's prosecution of Jews during the Red Scare.

Bucky, like Jewish people during the Cold War (or really at any point in history), is essentially a scapegoat, the easiest person for them to blame and rob of his humanity. Applying an agency, malicious subversion, and dual loyalty where there is none.

The way he, as a Jewish man and the longest serving POW, is treated (by the creators and the narrative, as well as large swaths of the fandom) as if he in an irredeemable war criminal and not a victim of unimaginable horrors.

He is viewed as willingly complicit in the actions he was brutally brainwashed, tortured, and manipulated into carrying out by the very organization that has actually been pulling the strings to shape history in their favour.

Why admit that you allowed a secret Nazi organization to infect every level of the public and private sector by inviting them in, when you can easily convince the public that the blame lays at the feet of the one man that had the least power?

There is so much potential here I wish I had the knowledge to give it the justice it deserves.

#Assorted Jewish Writings - Thoughts #this would be such a fascinating PhD dissertation #marvel #mcu #marvel meta #mcu meta #bucky meta #bucky #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #jewish!bucky #jewish!bucky barnes #jewish bucky #jewish bucky barnes #antisemitism #hydra #nazi mention

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amarriageoftrueminds · 11 months

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today's petty fic daydream:

Stucky Regency A/B/O AU

Series of scenes of omega Peggy, oblivious to the fact that she is a third-wheel, believing she's showing her magnificence to Steve, demonstrating reasons why he should obviously want to marry her...

But what she's actually doing is repelling Steve by unwittingly demonstrating, over and over, why she is wrong for him, while (omega? beta?) Bucky quietly goes about proving the exact opposite about himself, sometimes without even realising it.

(And she doesn't notice because she doesn't think he's worthy of her notice.)

Examples:

One - Peggy on a Hunt Day, showing off in a flashy habit, picking a huge heavy horse, cramming it at every single difficult jump and steep hill, full speed. Refusing to accept hints that she is exhausting the poor animal (and needs to switch) until it's weak with fatigue and almost collapses at the end of the day...

Whereas Bucky moves his horse as fluid as silk, like they’re one being, wears a muted brown coat (looks great despite mud!), goes for a tousled/windswept look to begin with so his hair still looks ‘right’ at the end of the day, switches horses multiple times to give them rests between runs, and goes a sensible pace. He also contrives to arrive well ahead of everybody else, despite his slow inexorable speed, because he took clever routes rather than attention-seeking ones.

(Peggy is also keen to be in at the kill of the fox, to show how she can be just as competent as the alphas! Bucky missed it because he was busy herding the dogs away from a busy road, to avoid them getting overrun by carriages.)

Result: Peggy's impractically-immaculate clothes and hair are ruined at the end of the day (boasts she has plenty more!), she is blood-speckled, grumpy from overdoing herself, snapping at everyone, and Steve pities her poor horse.

Bucky and his horse are fresh and elegant, and the relieved grooms are all praising his quiet common sense and kindness to the animals.

Peggy thinks she did something. Steve is not impressed.

Two -

Peggy telling how she kindly condescended to visit her ex-suitor Mr Sousa's new lady, to show how Completely Magnanimous she is in defeat, despite the fact that the woman once worked for a living. As a nurse!

Unaware that Captain Rogers’ mother nursed injured sailors on his father's ship.

(Meanwhile, a servant brings in a note -- it's from one of the tenants Peggy visited earlier in the week... only it's thanking Bucky for re-visiting, to bring them the things they actually needed (which she has no idea or interest in), rather than just bringing what he thinks they should want.)

Three -

Peggy puts out the archery things prior to an afternoon party, and one of her stooges loyally suggests an archery competition.

Peggy humbly, reluctantly, acquiesces to showing off how good she is.

She misses five shots in a row but sinks the bullseye on the 6th and takes this as proof of her skill.

(She blames her misses on, eg. Steve distracting her).

Bucky, mysteriously, misses the bullseye altogether on all 6 shots...

(But when Steve retrieves the arrows later on, he finds 6 horseflies he complained of earlier, skewered on every arrow tip.)

Peggy spends the rest of the afternoon ‘kindly’ consoling Bucky on his failure, while rolling her eyes and scoffing at Mr Barton, for being so pleased with himself for bullseyeing every shot. Just to show off for Miss Romanoff! Peggy would never do that just to impress a man!

Luckily, Captain Rogers is still not impressed.

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eclipsedcrystalstar · 2 months

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I have dozens on characters including Fnaf and Fnaf inspired characters that could crossover! First one that comes to mind is my boi hydra!

ooooo I do think it’s a little funny that it has a water theme and I’ve got Solar in CV with a fire theme. Solar will likely have to stand a bit away from him if they talk to each other since Solar radiates heat, but otherwise he’d probably be happy to interact. They can bond over human adults being cruel to them

#Just mentioning Solar since idk where in the timeline Hydra shall be thrown (When Lunar is around vs when S/M are around)

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winter-angst · 2 months

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Jack forcing himself to say to Brock, “maybe widow isn’t the play” instead of “maybe if you hit your shots as often as your dad hit you we wouldn’t be losing” is PEAK growth 🙌🏾

#hydra husbands #brock rumlow #jack rollins #incorrect quote #sorta?#just a thought #mentions of abuse

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cloudcountry · 10 months

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Azul waiting for his beloved Auburn to come back from cheating on Isaac and other fandom guys :((( /j /lh

i literally never left why does he look so sad :(( just because i have a new fixation doesnt mean i stopped loving azul :((((

#🏎️! hydra #also i explained this to a few other people already but mentions of cheating make me uncomfortable ^^;#I KNOW ITS A JOKE but aaaa it makes me feel ick yk?

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seltzher-bottel · 4 months

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Nix design. The most normal looking (tried to stay on model). Hate him!

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ffxivtribehydrae · 8 months

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#5 Barbarous

For FFxIvWrite2023 Characters: Khan and children of Hydrae

Crackling flames cast shadows across the forest floor, dancing creatures reenacting a journey from a time long ago. Among furs, intricate carpets and decorated pillows sat children of a variety of ages, listening in on the words of the tribe’s first Khan, clinging to whatever within reach in fright but wide, curious eyes urged for the tales to continue.

“Escaping the creatures of the wild, I thought I had overcome my journey’s challenges! But little did I know… The scariest was yet to come!”

Around the iloh the rest of the tribe enjoyed the evening dinner, half listening to the story or chatting among one another. Story telling was popular among the children, especially now that there were so many of them. The youngest, Dusk, having just seen his fourth winter.

“Unlike the welcoming Qestir, humble Uyagir, or wise Malqir whom I met along my way, reaching the eastern territories of the Azim Steppe showed me how our own kin could just as well be as brutal as any wild beast!”

“Do they looked like beasts too, Bolgue!?” Dusk chirped in his question to his uncle, it was a miracle he was sitting still to listen, but Auro’usk clung to his arm with such strong anxiety to the tale that he kept the youngest in place.

The storyteller didn’t miss a beat, “Why, at first glance of course they do not! They look just like us, but their minds are dirty with greed, souls stained by blood of their brothers and sisters, and bodies marred by unrighteous fighting!” Bolgue would never once cease his enthusiastic motioning hands, despite bowl of food in one hand threatening to be wasted with every move. “And it was while I wandered the early morning, Nhaama’s watchful light having gone to rest, when a tribe found me all alone. I thought I would be welcomed as warmly as before, but no!”

As the story met a dramatic pause the children murmured and begged for the story to continue, to be taught about the world beyond their safe haven that was the borderland’s forests and mountains.

“It was the Kharlu, I learned, and they brought me to their camp, a massive gathering of poor souls who lost their homes in blood to their ranks! And they lived for the war, as though the lands of the Steppe belonged to them and not its people- prepared to battle with the similarly minded Jhungid with borrowed power…”

Again the children gasped in anticipation and whined for the conclusion of the story. Was their Khan forced to fight? How did he manage to get back home? Did he get scars? What other tribes did he encounter?

The shower of questions met no answers; those were stories for another day.

“Although it was some terrible suns spent under strict rules of this lowly tribe, I was assigned as belonging to the Kharlu against my will! But there was a woman of the Bolir- merchants like us, frail but determined to survive, to flee, and to live the life she chose… We conspired… We plotted and planned and endured the wicked ways of this massive tribe. Until the sun rose on the day of the battle- we fled in the chaos! And watched the savages from afar, prayed for the involuntary warriors, and thanked Nhaama our plan succeeded, that we were blessed to pick our own fate. Dorgene then followed me home; she chose our peaceful living were she was free to practice her trade away from the cruelty of the Azim Steppe.”

The happy ending brought smiles and excitement to the gathering, Bolgue’s children cheering a little louder as they recognized the name of their mother.

“And one day, all of you will also face the dangers of the outside world,” he suddenly spoke in a more serious tone, bringing the youngsters to a silence as they listened with worry about what he was about to share, “When that day comes, remember to always be wary, there are those of our kin who wants nothing more than to harm others, out of greed, or lesser purposes. Remember this well.”

In chorus the children nodded, hummed, and promised to remember their Khan’s lesson. Some were frightened about their time to come; others were excited about the day they’d be set free into the world.

And very few would go further beyond expectations, for better or for worse.

#ffxivwrite2023 #Story Time!#about story time #Dusk Hydrae #Auro'usk Hydrae #for being mentioned #but this is way more just a general tribe story #Hydrae talking shit about other tribes isn't unusual #especially warring and battle happy tribes

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the-faultofdaedalus · 8 months

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see i can’t look at that post about delicate pretentious picky rose vs chill survivor dandiliom anymore because you know what does grow fucking everywhere? rose. you know what there’s like, maybeee a couple dozen of in a hectare? dandelion.

respect the rose listen there’s Good Reason why malificent chose to make THAT plant her impenetrable wall. multiflora will live forever and will tear you to shreds while doing it.

#roses are fucking unkillable are you Kidding #and this is just me griping about one praticular species!#not to mention others in the rosa genus!#roses grow Big and Tangled and fucking Woody #and litterally when we clip them to Fucking Get Therough these terrible rose thickets #(don’t worry they’re non-native and invasive we can fuck ‘em up all we want)#we put them UP somewhere bc if you leave them on the ground the cut bit will root out from that #and ofc it’ll grow back from the original roots #so it’s just. congrads! now you have two multiflora #like a fucking hydra #this isn’t hating on dandilions btw #they’re fine outside of the invasiveness #but just. roses are fucking hardy they deserve some respect

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bluehairperson · 1 year

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I don’t want to start drama but I’ve seen some concerning posts floating around about how distasteful and disappointing it is to see certain creators “support” Dorian and I hate to break it to you guys, but if you’ve ever interacted, shared or created anything regarding The Arcana you are supporting Dorian yourselves.

Being in the fandom alone is supporting Dorian by creating engagement, publicizing the game and being part of the audience they’re trying to target.

And even if you were to delete your whole blog and everything you’ve ever posted to enjoy the original game in private you would still be supporting Dorian by bringing traffic to the app they now own.

The one and only way you have to stop supporting Dorian, if you care about it so much, would be to distance yourself from the series entirely and go join another fandom. Never play the original game ever again and never interact with any fan creation regarding it from now on. 👋

#you're basically saying you dislike people supporting the company by working with it #while you yourself are supporting the company but indirectly by giving visibility to their brand #let's be coherent please #I personally don't care about dorian just like I never cared about nix hydra #but I still like the game so I'm gonna cherry pick whatever I want #and full offence but between this and continuous character and ship discourse you guys are unsufferable lol #you're murdering the fandom from the inside by being toxic af and finding the most bullshit excuses to attack artists for shit #that doesn't matter and then you turn around and whine and wonder why the fandom is dying and no one is posting anything new anymore #like MMMMMMMMMNHHHHHHH 🤔🤔🤔#it's a mystery I wonder why #mentioning this because I also saw some discourse about dorian being awful for supporting quote unquote tOxIc and aBuSiVe ships 😨😨😨😨#with the most basic and vanilla couple I've ever seen here #like nix hydra was never great either but I've never ever seen posts claiming that if you support them you must be an awful person #what changed exactly?#it sounds to me that you guys are just really bitter that the new quote unquote canon content is... not super good so you're trying to #vent your frustration in any way you can #which means attacking independent artists who use the platform because it's easier to reach and demolish them rather than the company itself #I log on here to recharge after a day of work and all I see is people acting like twelve year olds trying to be mean like bruh #it's literally the hom3stuck 2 fandom situation I called it #tagging this as discourse so you can blacklist it if you don't wanna be annoyed #discourse #the arcana #dorian era #not art

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oh yeah also *drops these at your feet and skitters away*

(For context for the second one, in my AU, the sentient bugs of Bug Fables and Hollow Knight are sentient and human-sized because of radiation and magic or whatever. A nuclear war wiped out most life on earth, but mutated bugs and a few other species)

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Vessel oc named Archangel

(The dictionary definition of an Archangel:

an angel of high rank. In traditional Christian angelology, a being of the eighth order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy.)

I’m making them real actually

The Archangel. The true pure vessel. Discarded, abandoned, escaped, ascended.

It kills everything in sight.

No real mind to think properly — it acts solely on impulse.

No emotional capacity to contain a will — it cares for nothing.

No voice to alert its victims to its presence — it has no vocal cords, and does not make a sound.

Severe memory issues. Short-term memory loss, vague long-term memory.

No thoughts. No hope. No sound.

Flighted, fanged, clawed, violent and uncaring.

Apex predator.

(Also, it’s more Wyrm than Rootkin. So it adopted a lot of PK’s base instincts and features. Sharp ass teeth and tail-tip. Speaking of its teeth, it has multiple rows of those, and they’re hooked inwards to latch onto prey. Terrifying.)

(Also, its full title is The False Archangel. Because it sounds cool.)

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Hrmgh—

What if, because of the radiation combined with some Dragons’ naturally high magical capabilities, a bunch of them fused together and made one huge, immortal, mentally unstable, radiation-poisoned, three-headed Dragon thing.

Yes. Yes, I’m making that real right now.

Around 40,000 years ago, a bunch of Dragons somehow fused into a gigantic three-headed mutant, which resembles dinosaur-era Dragons, and also Hydras, what with the multiple heads and everything.

They’re known as The Hydra in modern day, at least by the bugs that have met them personally. In legends, they’re referred to as The Wyrm God (as they’re believed to be the ancestors of all Wyrms, which is not true), and they tend to call themselves The Something Lost.

They are so body horror. That’s it, no other description, they’re too complex — just Body Horror™.

They cry a lot, and also took in The False Archangel the SECOND they found it. Literally just. “You’re our child now. Come here”

(They’re also the most literal definition of “We use they/them pronouns because we are literally two like 500 motherfuckers.”)

Also, their heads each have different personalities. The left (named Rili, she/her) is mad all the time, the right (named Aga, they/he) is anxiety ridden, and the middle (named Tirve, they/them) is sick of their shit.

Rili and Aga: (arguing about nothing in particular)

Tirve: shush

Rili & Aga: (still arguing)

Tirve: s h u t u p.

Rili & Aga: (comin out ya mouth wit’ your blah blah blah zip your lips like a padl—)

Tirve: OH MY EMPTY HEAVENS SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPP

Archangel: (crunching on some bones, casually watching them argue)

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